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To: Rambi who wrote (10506)	4/24/2002 10:17:47 AM
From: epicure	Respond to of 21057

Gosh I underestimated the amount of hate in the US population When I said we cherish the right to hate- I was thinking of Nazi's marching in Skokie and the Aryan nation, and the rights of black separatists clearly I was overly optimistic I will take MY rose colored glasses off right now

To: Rambi who wrote (10506)	4/24/2002 10:18:59 AM
From: Tom Clarke	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 21057

My sister-in-law is a linguist. She says the AHD is a very liberal dictionary. She also says use of the word 'proactive' is rife throughout government. arrggh....

To: Rambi who wrote (10506)	4/24/2002 10:27:11 AM
From: Poet	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 21057

Since we're on the subject of sex and it's springtime, here's a lovely poem by Sharon Olds for our delectation: My Mother's Pansies And all that time, in back of the house, there were pansies growing, some silt blue, some silt yellow, most of them sable red or purplish sable, heavy as velvet curtains, so soft they seemed wet but they were dry as powder on a luna's wing, dust on an alluvial path, in a drought summer. And they were open like lips, and pouted like lips, and had a tiny fur-gold v, which made bees not be able to not want. And so, although women, in our lobes and sepals, our corollas and spurs, seemed despised spathe, style-arm, standard, crest, and fall, still there were those plush entries, night mouth, pillow mouth, anyone might want to push their pinky, or anything, into such velveteen chambers, such throats, each midnight-velvet petal saying touch-touch-touch, please-touch, please-touch, each sex like a spirit -- shy, flushed, praying. from BLOOD, TIN, STRAW Copyright (c) 1999 by Sharon Olds