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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: MSB who wrote (23065)	6/27/1998 3:19:00 PM
From: Grainne	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

<<Am glad you're alright, and that you let someone know who could pass the word along just in case someone wanted to know.>> Well, here is a wonderful example of cryptic, Mike. Did I let someone know anything at all? I am so confused most of the time! What does this mean? Maybe you could private message me. Oh, a new verb form. Wheee!!!!!!!!!! What fun!!!!!!!!!! Talk about poetic license. Gee, and following that along, I don't think I have url'ed anyone anything today, either. Maybe later. Oh no!! I think I am starting to sound like Jane. Whatever, or something, huh? Speaking of confused, I think this is really an interesting poem, again by Jill Jones, the Irishwoman who lives in Australia. She is obviously writing here from an Australian perspective, since she refers to dingoes. However, I am not quite sure who the evil group is about whom she is writing. Mike, or anyone else who has any ideas, please pipe up with your ideas, because I am very curious. Where is George Montgomery when you need him? He is very good at figuring out poems. I think I will post to him, and see what happens. The Pure in Heart They have taken babies and blamed it on dingoes, have planted foul words on the righteous tongues of six-year old bigots. They have joined hands with the makers of warheads, purification and sub-Arctic famines. They have studied love and found it wanting. They have flushed their water throught cataracts of ice. They praise the numbers in their heavy books. Some of them watch you, monitor your garbage for glimpses of hell. Be careful, they think their destiny is to drink from your children. Jill Jones