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To: Grainne who wrote (715)	7/30/1997 10:48:00 AM
From: Jules B. Garfunkel	Respond to of 2095

Christine, Fine, but what about the rest of Thomas' post, (#699), to you? Jules

To: Grainne who wrote (715)	7/30/1997 11:45:00 AM
From: Thomas C. White	Respond to of 2095

Your response serves admirably to reaffirm the point I raised. You implied that perhaps this was a place where not everyone could feel free to post poetry. Your question was basically rhetorical. My response was to point out that certainly, despite your posting something that a number of people might have found more than a tad outre, no one raised the issue with you or implied that you should not post what you want here. Personally, I found that this particular image did not mix all that well with my morning latte and Bavarian cream donut, but so be it. My momentary repugnance was my own affair. If you liked it, that's all that counts. I have only raised this issue because you flounced in with an implication that people perhaps could not post whatever poetry they want here. That is antithetical to the spirit of the thread, and I have seen no evidence of it. My own thinking is that your earlier desire to somewhat forcibly repristinate the Feelies thread is taking you rather far afield. This thread does not need restoration, Christine. It seems to be doing just fine.

To: Grainne who wrote (715)	2/6/1999 9:24:00 PM
From: MSB	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2095

Notches Was that the day upon which your first thought was "this is the day" a day which you knew was not merely a day but marked time in a meaningful way Upon the first sight of you did he push back your hair look longingly into your eyes slowly and lightly brush the tips of his fingers along your cheeks and say, "I'm glad you're a part of my life" Did you arise with a feeling of happiness unaware that your stride was like dancing to a sweet gentle sound humming in your thoughts Were you met with "well-wishes" and hugs by touch or via the "talking box" and did you receive many ribbons and bows And at the end of the day with your eyes closing to sleep did you know (for many said as much) you are so loved because of that day. Nakia - on this day - in lieu of the 23rd. (Honorable mention to T.A.S. whose thread I was thinking of today and probably influenced the piece.)