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Post by ipuffin on May 4, 2011 7:21:07 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on May 4, 2011 7:34:32 GMT -5
When the stars threw down their spears And water'd heaven with their tears: Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee, Little Lamb, I'll tell thee. He is called by thy name, For He calls Himself A Lamb.
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Post by iameye on May 4, 2011 7:50:20 GMT -5
I Have No Answer For You Little Lamb I Can Help You Out / But I Cannot Help You In Sometimes You Think That Life Is Hard And This Is Only One Of Them My Heart Is Breaking For You Little Lamb I Can Help You Out / But We May Never Meet Again La La La La La La La La ... Etc.
Dragonfly Fly By My Window You And I Still Have A Way To Go Don't Know Why You Hang Around My Door I Don't Live Here Any More Since You've Gone I Never Know I Go On, But I Miss You So
Dragonfly Don't Keep Me Waiting I'm Waiting Can't You See Me I'm Waiting When We Try We'll Have A Way To Go Dragonfly You've Been Away Too Long How Did Two Rights Make A Wrong Since You've Gone I Never Know I Go On But I Miss You So In My Heart I Feel The Pain Keeps Coming Back Again
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Post by ipuffin on May 4, 2011 7:53:25 GMT -5
What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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Post by jarvitronics on May 4, 2011 7:54:18 GMT -5
Blake: -j
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Post by iameye on May 4, 2011 8:06:40 GMT -5
Now it starts getting weird. lol ;D stop the clocks
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Post by ipuffin on May 4, 2011 8:14:15 GMT -5
ok, so once again: The Beatles
It's a good name, isn't it?
One slice reference
One slice pun...
Maybe even more than one?
When you say it, the T is kind of soft, isn't it?
P.S. Oh, look - It's Holy Thursday! c'mon, give it to me!
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Post by iameye on May 4, 2011 8:16:31 GMT -5
HER'S DAY! ;D
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Post by ipuffin on May 4, 2011 8:29:15 GMT -5
I guess not...anyone else? B? JarJar? Where is everybody?
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Post by ipuffin on May 4, 2011 8:56:53 GMT -5
The Beatles
It's a good name, isn't it?
One slice reference
One slice pun...
Maybe even more than one?
When you say it, the T is kind of soft, isn't it?
P.S. Oh, look - It's Holy Thursday!
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Post by iameye on May 4, 2011 9:01:35 GMT -5
Holy Thursday(Songs of Experience)
Is this a holy thing to see, In a rich and fruitful land, Babes reducd to misery, Fed with cold and usurous hand?
Is that trembling cry a song! Can it be a song of joy? And so many children poor, It is a land of poverty!
And their sun does never shine. And their fields are bleak & bare. And their ways are fill'd with thorns It is eternal winter there.
For where-e'er the sun does shine, And where-e'er the rain does fall: Babe can never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appall.
Thursday's child has far to go.
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Post by ipuffin on May 4, 2011 9:03:14 GMT -5
almost there...
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Post by iameye on May 4, 2011 9:08:10 GMT -5
When you say it, the T is kind of soft, isn't it? I(t)
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Post by ipuffin on May 4, 2011 9:11:28 GMT -5
as Benjamin Franklin said: inb4 shitstorm
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Post by iameye on May 4, 2011 9:14:30 GMT -5
Wilt tomorrow be Holy Thursday? How nice!
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Post by ipuffin on May 4, 2011 9:17:50 GMT -5
‘Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
The children walking two and two, in red and blue and green,
Grey headed beadles walk’d before, with wands as white as snow, Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames’ waters flow.
Oh what a multitude they seem’d, these flowers of London town! Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own.
The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs, Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of Heaven among.
Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor; Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.
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Post by iameye on May 4, 2011 9:20:35 GMT -5
ha ha I was just about to say that Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of Heaven among.
Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor; Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.tomorrow?
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Post by jarvitronics on May 4, 2011 9:23:44 GMT -5
Holy Thursday: Happy Easter! -j
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Post by iameye on May 4, 2011 9:23:52 GMT -5
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Post by jarvitronics on May 4, 2011 9:52:05 GMT -5
Speaking of Beadles (with wards as white as snow) and slicing... "Very strange."'finger' pies: -j
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Post by iameye on May 4, 2011 11:16:14 GMT -5
Thursday night my stockings needed mending. listen to the music playing in my pretty little head
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Post by iameye on May 4, 2011 14:29:57 GMT -5
Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me:
'Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;' So I piped: he wept to hear.
'Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; Sing thy songs of happy cheer!' So I sung the same again, While he wept with joy to hear.
'Piper, sit thee down and write In a book that all may read.' So he vanish'd from my sight; And I pluck'd a hollow reed,
And I made a rural pen, And I stain'd the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear.
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Post by iameye on May 4, 2011 14:37:25 GMT -5
Are you experienced? Well, I have.
Turn away no more; Why wilt thou turn away? The starry floor, The watery shore, Is given thee till the break of day.'
And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic mills?
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Post by ipuffin on May 6, 2011 7:38:08 GMT -5
...these dark Satanic mills? LOL
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Post by ipuffin on May 6, 2011 7:52:26 GMT -5
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