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To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (1463)	12/25/1998 11:27:00 AM
From: Savant	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13018

"Whadda ya mean, "Those are REAL crocodiles.'?" Kate to Hump

To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (1463)	12/25/1998 4:19:00 PM
From: flickerful	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13018

Inventory Four be the things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe. Four be the things I'd been better without: Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt. Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content, and sufficient champagne. Three be the things I shall have till I die: Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye. ~ Dorothy Parker ~

To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (1463)	12/26/1998 11:59:00 AM
From: Volsi Mimir	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13018

"In revenge, as in love, woman is always more barbarous than man." Fredrich Nietzsche [is that true,sherry 'cave creature' fox]

To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (1463)	12/26/1998 11:59:00 AM
From: Volsi Mimir	Respond to of 13018

THE ODD COUPLE spirit of the spirit, of the spirit of the mind with reluctant bodies we play games weaving bewildering lies building bridges, walls, constructing facades of what we represent. i, you, you, i, with faithful intent we play, so onwards day upon day, upon dayuponday, uponnight, striving for precise honesty, our layered egos peel and fall till we crouch, left in primitive array, weaponless, emphatic this is me and that is you. but we're not over yet, so we love, beyond the love, beyondthelove,beyondthewords. we smile. we chafe, we struggle, we recall we once felt more, remembered more, and tasted more in cartoon-colored fantasies. uneasy in the mind we drift, while we live by what we live, by whatweusedtomean. still when the dark arrives, when winter comes, we seek close comforts for the pain, and shelter from connubial fears, ultimately different, but occasionally confined... we merge, ...then wonder why. Ina Kontvainyte-Thomas