From: HVAC on
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The Vine still clings to the moldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the moldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! And cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

“The Rainy Day”
– H. W. Longfellow
From: Yap on
On 20 Mei, 06:21, HVAC <mr.h...(a)gmail.com> wrote:
> The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
> It rains, and the wind is never weary;
> The Vine still clings to the moldering wall,
> But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
> And the day is dark and dreary.
>
> My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
> It rains, and the wind is never weary;
> My thoughts still cling to the moldering past,
> But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
> And the days are dark and dreary.
>
> Be still, sad heart! And cease repining;
> Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
> Thy fate is the common fate of all,
> Into each life some rain must fall,
> Some days must be dark and dreary.
>
> “The Rainy Day”
> – H. W. Longfellow

Yes, indeed your mind is still clinging onto to the moldering past.
A past which is empty and does not provide any kind of benefit to a
human.
Wake up.
From: Richo on
On May 20, 9:21 am, HVAC <mr.h...(a)gmail.com> wrote:
> The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
> It rains, and the wind is never weary;
> The Vine still clings to the moldering wall,
> But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
> And the day is dark and dreary.
>
> My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
> It rains, and the wind is never weary;
> My thoughts still cling to the moldering past,
> But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
> And the days are dark and dreary.
>
> Be still, sad heart! And cease repining;
> Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
> Thy fate is the common fate of all,
> Into each life some rain must fall,
> Some days must be dark and dreary.
>
> “The Rainy Day”
> – H. W. Longfellow

Very good.

Then there is "Ponty birds"

O pointy birds, o pointy pointy, anoint my head, anointy-nointy.

You just cant beat the classics.

Mark.
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Mark Richardson. m.richardson61 AT gmail.com

Member of SMASH
(Sarcastic Middle-aged Atheist with a Sense of Humor)

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"The USA is NOT a secular SOCIETY " -fasgnadh alt.atheism 14/05/2010
From: HVAC on

"Yap" <hhyapster(a)gmail.com> wrote in message
news:d436cc34-a40c-43f9-9c67-5a05e55dc63b(a)g1g2000pro.googlegroups.com...
>
> �The Rainy Day�
> � H. W. Longfellow

Yes, indeed your mind is still clinging onto to the moldering past.
A past which is empty and does not provide any kind of benefit to a
human.
Wake up.
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I think it's a nice poem, so shut your yap.


From: Sir Gilligan Horry on
On Wed, 19 May 2010 16:21:41 -0700 (PDT), HVAC <mr.hvac(a)gmail.com>
wrote:

>The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
>It rains, and the wind is never weary;
>The Vine still clings to the moldering wall,
>But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
>And the day is dark and dreary.
>
>My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
>It rains, and the wind is never weary;
>My thoughts still cling to the moldering past,
>But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
>And the days are dark and dreary.
>
>Be still, sad heart! And cease repining;
>Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
>Thy fate is the common fate of all,
>Into each life some rain must fall,
>Some days must be dark and dreary.
>
>�The Rainy Day�
>� H. W. Longfellow

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OK, I will make a poem too.

Much better than my other poem.

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