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Ode from a dying Bee. I know not why nor how you are a threat for I cannot be party to your thoughts. What I have never known, I can't forget. My last peace was among forget-me-nots. I sought not to befriend, nor to be foe as on my quest to gather I was sent. My focus lost as you waved your...

i have a 1993 SECA II and i want to fit a fatter rim on the back. is there any way i can fit a R6 swing arm on it?

Can unlocked phone be used with a cdma carrier such as sprint and verizon? Can you use it with a prepaid service such as boost mobile? Who also uses both CDMA and IDen network? Boost mobile's Iden network uses a SIM card, so will that work with unlocked phone? Please no answers with maybe or...

http://www.flickr.com/photos/22045518@N08/5217147125/ His wingspan is more evident when he is flushed into flight. http://www.flickr.com/photos/22045518@N08/5217147125/ oops. http://www.flickr.com/photos/22045518@N08/5217736028/in/photostream/

Today(tonight) will come a time that will never come again At ten past eight it’s 20.10, 20/10/2010 And though this is a special lineation of these numbers I’ve little doubt this poem’s clout will be met with loads o’ down-thumbers!!!!

Today(tonight) will come a time that will never come again At ten past eight it’s 20.10, 20/10/2010 And though this is a special lineation of these numbers I’ve little doubt this poem’s clout will be met with loads o’ down-thumbers!!!!

I bet they'd stand a good chance of winning something ;¬) Good Morning all.

I bet they'd stand a good chance of winning something ;¬) Good Morning all.

I was thinking of either Spring by Vivaldi or perhaps The Hebridean overture by Mendelssohn. http://www.flickr.com/photos/22045518@N08/sets/72157604061666318/show/ When the slide show starts, move your cursor to the top of the display, to see the images in full screen.

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Ignore the fact you know 15 different versions of the song, and most of them bring you to tears, just consider you had never heard of it, then ask yourself honestly: If someone on a poetry site had the audacity to rhyme “Hallelujah” with: Do ya, overthrew ya, knew ya, do ya (again) and outdrew...

The partially buried Turret. And she asked me, “ What does eerie mean?” I struggled for reply Casting my mind back Past TV definitions Beyond the dictionarial To the times I felt the need for Eerie…… …………………. The last tower of Tullichewan Castle Wedged...

The secret of Stonehenge (Sonnet) Derelict monument marking no cause? Hog the horizon, give faith to the few whose trust in their High Priest, now put on pause, unsure of the sagas he once placed on you. Spiritual symbol or time-piece divine Catcher and holder of shadow and star...

Affirmation Those who search, may not all find, answers which just spring to mind. The fruitless waste of perspiration, in search of unearned inspiration, may redden eyes, against the few, who toil not, but somehow, do. Invigilators scowl, accusing of shirking, 'The answer’s right, but...

When you haven't even got a book, so to speak. Ahhh, the delicious irony. (Oh, but you don't get that over there, do you? LMFAO) Hello Ducky! My, you mind you don't cut yersell on that razor-sharp wit. On 2nd thoughts, you'll be safe enough.

When you haven't even got a book, so to speak. Ahhh, the delicious irony. (Oh, but you don't get that over there, do you? LMFAO) Hello Ducky! My, you mind you don't cut yersell on that razor-sharp wit. On 2nd thoughts, you'll be safe enough.

Once more the bold assumptions go astray. The thunder of thumbs down obscures the view. If they’re upsetting you… what can I say? The common de-Numb-inator, must be you. Your ticket’s for collection in the foyer, when persecution(?) morphs to paranoia.

The comment-junkie. The hour was late. The poet fisher placed his bait and cast it out with just a title as a lure. Would comments bite? He sat in doubt. Before his cast, he’d checked the pond To see if it was fully stocked Sufficient numbers were at hand But swift, his ego had been docked...

I may have left the landing light on last night.

A progress in work There are sinews everywhere of umbilical despair Tattooed souls of ingrained chasms. Picking through the carcasses in the doll’s graveyard. On spindly legs of porcelain they tip-toe through the plastic cadavers Here they gather, amass and share With but one pure teardrop as...