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Post by Captain Nudnick on Aug 17, 2005 3:43:59 GMT -5
The Walking Dead -- Robert Kirkman  |
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Aug 17, 2005 4:39:17 GMT -5
Lol, Captain  And what the heck is Red 'n' Ritten, pray?[/color] |
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Post by moonbeam on Aug 17, 2005 7:15:47 GMT -5
And what the heck is Red 'n' Ritten, pray? [/color][/quote] Two of the three Rs, I'd imagine. Like wot they learn you at school.  The House Of Sleep  |
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Aug 17, 2005 8:01:23 GMT -5
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Post by Benbow on Aug 18, 2005 2:28:12 GMT -5
The House On The Strand - Daphne Du Maurier  |
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Post by moonbeam on Aug 18, 2005 2:35:35 GMT -5
On The Road  |
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Aug 18, 2005 2:57:36 GMT -5
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Post by Benbow on Aug 18, 2005 3:01:56 GMT -5
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Aug 18, 2005 5:08:36 GMT -5
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Post by Benbow on Aug 18, 2005 5:35:35 GMT -5
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
E. E. Cummings
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Aug 18, 2005 11:04:09 GMT -5
The Name of the Rose  |
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Post by Benbow on Aug 25, 2005 4:46:43 GMT -5
Rain Is Not My Indian Name - Cynthia Leitich Smith  |
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Aug 25, 2005 8:11:01 GMT -5
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Post by Captain Nudnick on Aug 25, 2005 10:20:11 GMT -5
 Erotic Bondage: Art of Rope |
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Post by moonbeam on Aug 25, 2005 10:31:32 GMT -5
 Rope Burns |
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