Silicon Investor (SI) -- The First Internet Community

STOCKTALK

We've detected that you're using an ad content blocking browser plug-in or feature. Ads provide a critical source of revenue to the continued operation of Silicon Investor. We ask that you disable ad blocking while on Silicon Investor in the best interests of our community. If you are not using an ad blocker but are still receiving this message, make sure your browser's tracking protection is set to the 'standard' level.

Pastimes : The Mistletoe Thread -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (229)	12/10/1998 1:44:00 AM
From: Cheeky Kid	Respond to of 463

my sherry, I am sorry....hehehehe I will give you a hint coffee

To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (229)	12/12/1998 6:13:00 PM
From: Cheeky Kid	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 463

Ma cherie, once a year Christmas arrives, we put away all our differences, and meet under the mistletoe, to innocently preform a ancient ritual, the kiss under the mistletoe. Ma cherie, How long will you punish me? The day until this ritual is over is soon here. How long will you punish me? Ma cherie Please talk to me Ma cherie

To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (229)	12/13/1998 7:10:00 PM
From: Cheeky Kid	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 463

Ma cherie, Under the canopy of night, I look into your eyes, reflections of the moon and stars, it's like looking into the heavens. Ma cherie, Your eyes, beautiful, yet mysterious, leaves my soul filled with happiness. Ma cherie, It's the season of mistletoe, it's end is quickly approaching, will I ever receive a kiss under the mistletoe?

To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (229)	12/14/1998 1:29:00 PM
From: Cheeky Kid	Respond to of 463

Men are not all made of steel, though some women think we are. A mans heart, like potters clay, can be moulded, tamed into what you desire. Their hearts break as easily as fragile unfired clay. By that time broken pieces are forever loss. - Cheeky Kid 98 P.S. All Cheeky wants is a kiss under the mistletoe, or his heart will be broken forever.

To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (229)	12/15/1998 12:12:00 PM
From: Cheeky Kid	Respond to of 463

Dreaming of Flight Looking upward, at the safety of the sky, a broken robin lay hiding. It's endless flee from danger, left it exhausted, thirsty, a broken wing lay limp at its side. Somehow the robin knew the end was near. Still calling out to its near by mate, brings the risk of predators. Did the robin know this, or was it just last words? I could hear its call most of the night, by morning it was quiet. As I approached its hiding place, a nearby robin took flight to safety, but at my feet lay the lifeless body of the injured robin. The one that fled was its mate, that stayed with it throughout the night. It left me with one question; Is love reserved only for humans? - Cheeky Kid 98 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - mon chéri. C'a été un long temps. me rencontreriez-vous sous le misltetoe? Subject 24103