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Politics : Sharks in the Septic Tank -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (56756)	9/3/2002 4:29:08 PM
From: Poet	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 82486

Oh! That is heavenly! I love Whitman and Yeats. Please continue. You're inspiring me.

To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (56756)	9/3/2002 6:10:55 PM
From: average joe	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 82486

A Red, Red Rose O my Luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; O my Luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my Dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun; I will luve thee still my Dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only Luve, And fare the weel, a while! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho' it ware ten thousand mile! - Robert Burns - (1759-1796)