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To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (7534)	6/1/2001 2:19:56 PM
From: Volsi Mimir	Respond to of 13020

Matters ~R.L. Jones What you wish for, what you think The photographs you carry around What whispers to yourself when you're finally gone What you take when you go Adds up to the big number What you leave with Who you know Makes the big picture matter It doesn't matter if you're fat Wear a helmet or wear a hat If you're sorry or if you're sure Who you are is who you were, who you were matters So deep inside yourself Looking out at everyone else Think a thing, in a while you meet it on the street Because it matters... Ah...house across the sand greatbigisland.com

To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (7534)	6/4/2001 4:17:32 PM
From: HG	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13020

She wandered through the garden fence and said, 'I've brought at great expense a potion guaranteed to bring relief from all your suffering.' And though I said, 'You don't exist,' she grasped me firmly by the wrist and threw me down upon my back and strapped me to her torture rack And, without further argument I found my mind was also bent upon a course so devious it only made my torment worse She said, 'I see you cannot speak is it your voice that is too weak? Is it your tongue that is to blame? Maybe you cannot speak for shame. Or has your brain been idle too, and now it will not think for you?' I hastened to make my reply but found that I could only lie And like a fool I believed myself and thought I was somebody else But she could see what I was then and left me on my own again - Brooker/Reid & Procol Harum