From: voice<BR>
Date: 21 April 2001<P>

Galadrial = egomaniacal. Note the resemblance.
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From: deevaa ([email-masked])<BR>
Date: 21 April 2001<P>

well this sucks... <BR>
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My friends will  know where to find me, I'm leaving the children here and moving on, looks like someone wants to get rid of each and every one of the regulars and after I fought so hard a few months ago, I'm finally giving in and packing up also. <BR>
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Kirk, Thankyou for the encouragement, and for enabling my poetic home. I no longer have one here. Goodluck with the wedding. <BR>
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Take care of your hearts.<BR>
<BR>
dee
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Date: 21 April 2001<P>

voice = one eyed ego stroking slave to misti
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From: voice<BR>
Date: 21 April 2001<P>

Whatever you say, Gala.
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Date: 21 April 2001<P>

voice = clearing the stage for misti to stage a come back tour alone in the spotlight once again
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From: jack<BR>
Date: 21 April 2001<P>

voice.. has someone hurt you or do you just hurt yourself?
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From: voice<BR>
Date: 21 April 2001<P>

misti has gone away on a big areoplane and left me all alone with a computer and nothing better to do that cause trouble.
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From: jack<BR>
Date: 21 April 2001<P>

i can hear you cry in the dark  voice
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From: GALADRIAL<BR>
Date: 21 April 2001<P>

I have been offline for the last 24 hours---be it known that whatever "voice sniping" appeared in this forum, it was without my input or knowledge.<BR>
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And if Kirk had a problem with me using the this fourm, I'm pretty sure he will tell me. In the past he had been very kind about permitting other sites, like Dee and Terry's to be mentioned.<BR>
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I will not play, children. If I have something to say, I will say it...not hide behind a nameless post...that sort of shit is for sniveling cowards who do not have the courage of their convictions, and seek more to make trouble than poetry.
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From: Dark Angel<BR>
Date: 21 April 2001<P>

Thank you, Star of David..for remembering.<BR>
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I've been seeing doctors in St.Louis..and have written very little.  I've watching the blender with a friends' computer when I can.  <BR>
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I will write when I am able.  Just trying to make ends meet right..and very strapped for cash..not much work here.<BR>
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off to the Clinic again..<BR>
<BR>

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From: Chris<BR>
Date: 21 April 2001<P>

What the hell? Misti and I have nothing to do with this. She said she would be staying off the Board and, unlike some others, has actually done so. As for me, when I want to say something, I say it.
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From: terry<BR>
Date: 21 April 2001<P>

Dreamer~  'Love Story' brought tears.....I loved the way you let my imagination fill in the gaps.<BR>
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terry<BR>

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From: terry<BR>
Date: 21 April 2001<P>

Ali~  "Tired".....***insert big sigh here***I have been in that very spot you wrote about so well. I know it well. There is a reserved lot in that neighborhood I bought long ago. You pegged the feeling very very well  my friend. And yes Bob Marley has pulled me away from there too....<BR>
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to borrow a style<BR>
Love and rainbow wishes,<BR>
terry
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From: Sweet Lime Rickeys<BR>
Date: 21 April 2001<P>

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               Love can make you pucker<BR>
<BR>
               Like the lime rickey <BR>
<BR>
                at the corner fountain<BR>
<BR>
                that topped every shake<BR>
<BR>
                with a splot or real cream.<BR>
<BR>
                But when it got hot,<BR>
<BR>
                oh the sweet tart tang<BR>
<BR>
                of a cold ime rickey<BR>
<BR>
                 was the only thing<BR>
<BR>
                that hit the spot,<BR>
<BR>
                sort of like your kiss<BR>
<BR>
                when you can't decide<BR>
<BR>
                 whether to drink me in,<BR>
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                or bite me softly<BR>
<BR>
                like the frozen custard<BR>
<BR>
                that wants to melt<BR>
<BR>
                before you can lick it all.<BR>
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Love summer poetry.....yikes!<BR>

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From: Sweet Lime Rickeys<BR>
Date: 21 April 2001<P>

<BR>
<BR>
               Love can make you pucker<BR>
<BR>
               Like the lime rickey <BR>
<BR>
                at the corner fountain<BR>
<BR>
                that topped every shake<BR>
<BR>
                with a splot or real cream.<BR>
<BR>
                But when it got hot,<BR>
<BR>
                oh the sweet tart tang<BR>
<BR>
                of a cold lime rickey<BR>
<BR>
                 was the only thing<BR>
<BR>
                that hit the spot,<BR>
<BR>
                sort of like your kiss<BR>
<BR>
                when you can't decide<BR>
<BR>
                 whether to drink me in,<BR>
<BR>
                or bite me softly<BR>
<BR>
                like the frozen custard<BR>
<BR>
                that wants to melt<BR>
<BR>
                before you can lick it all.<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
Love summer poetry.....yikes!<BR>

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From: Ali<BR>
Date: 21 April 2001<P>

Terry~ Thanks! I'm glad you liked 'Tired'...And I think I bought a lot, down the street from yours! Hehe...And, Bob Marely is still blasting from my radio...Anywho, you made me smile...so, thanks!  Love and grace, Ali
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From: Galadrial<BR>
Date: 21 April 2001<P>

Okay....<BR>
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         Which moron decided to lift my poetry from Xanga?<BR>
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                                        Very funny.<BR>
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                                               Gala, not laughing
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From: [email-masked]<BR>
Date: 21 April 2001<P>

Kirk..<BR>
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I was so surprised to see my "baby" -- Atomic Fireball -- on your blender pick board.  In all honesty I have to admit that I am uproarously (new word) flattered to end up in company with works you feel worthy of singular attention.  <BR>
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Bless your sweet heart for making what was initially, for me, the pissiest (another new word) day of my life.  <BR>
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Though it is bittersweet to note that, you, a total stranger was interested in a work that i wrote to my husband -- that very same husband who was not remotely aroused by what had been written for him and to add insult to injury -- he read it and said...<BR>
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"I don't get it"<BR>
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Tell me...how many times have you poets heard that after exposing yourself and your work to a significant other.  How many of you promptly suppressed the desire to "slap the bastard silly".<BR>
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Welcome to my surreal little world.<BR>
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Gracias again Kirk...keep writing those jewels of yours that inspire me!!<BR>
<BR>
Natalia
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From: Galadrial<BR>
Date: 21 April 2001<P>

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Natalia...<BR>
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           Slapping does not work...but the trusty old cast iron pan...that one has merit. For years I never wrote erotica because my spouse "didn't get it"...then last year I figured what the heck...<BR>
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           Just because he doesn't get it, doesn't mean you don't! Write on sister---if only for your own pleasure...
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