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To: Tommaso who wrote (207071)	11/27/2002 1:46:55 PM
From: Lucretius	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 436258

buy some calls.

To: Tommaso who wrote (207071)	11/27/2002 2:39:33 PM
From: S. maltophilia	Respond to of 436258

Yes! And then more birds, a cat, and some other things.<g> Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? The Second Coming -- W. B. Yeats

To: Tommaso who wrote (207071)	11/27/2002 3:29:34 PM
From: yard_man	Respond to of 436258

Blasting, billowing, bursting forth with the Power of ten billion butterfly sneezes Man, with his flaming fire, has conquered the wayward breezes Climbing to tranquility far above the cloud Conceiving the heaven clear of misty shroud CHORUS Higher and higher, now we've learned to play with fire We go higher and higher and higher Vast vision must improve our sight and perhaps at last we'll see An end to our home's endless blight and the beginning of the Free Climb to tranquility, finding its real worth Conceiving the heavens flourishing on earth