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From: Alistair on 23 Nov 2006 11:55 docdwarf(a)panix.com wrote: > In article <4sk3gpF10c8huU1(a)mid.individual.net>, > Pete Dashwood <dashwood(a)removethis.enternet.co.nz> wrote: > > [snip] > > >Pete (who knows where his heart is...) > > You got a heart? During my Sergeanting-Daze there were those who swore > that I had no such organ... just a thumpin' gizzard. > > DD He probably keeps his heart in a jar under the stairs.
From: Pete Dashwood on 23 Nov 2006 16:41 "Alistair" <alistair(a)ld50macca.demon.co.uk> wrote in message news:1164300905.555485.93190(a)h54g2000cwb.googlegroups.com... > > docdwarf(a)panix.com wrote: >> In article <4sk3gpF10c8huU1(a)mid.individual.net>, >> Pete Dashwood <dashwood(a)removethis.enternet.co.nz> wrote: >> >> [snip] >> >> >Pete (who knows where his heart is...) >> >> You got a heart? During my Sergeanting-Daze there were those who swore >> that I had no such organ... just a thumpin' gizzard. >> >> DD > > He probably keeps his heart in a jar under the stairs. > No, my brain is in a jar, in between the times I need to acquire a new body for it... :-) My heart was broken and discarded long ago... <sob> :-) Here's a poem I wrote at the time (many years ago now)... After the Fall you took it all except my heart (why would you take a broken plaything?) I found bits of it buried amongst sand dunes at Omanu tumbling in eternal crashing surf on Ocean Beach spread across dark green Ohauiti Welcome Bay hills tumbling down forever from turquoise sky to tranquil harbour reflective at high tide. land is solid persistent never failing, never faithless truth and light comfort me now I am calm Perhaps, this place can do what all the King's Horses And all the King's Men Could not. ===================================== There is certainly something rejuvenative and restorative in living in beautiful surroundings. We all need to recharge our batteries occasionally... Pete.
From: Alistair on 24 Nov 2006 09:29 Pete Dashwood wrote: > "Alistair" <alistair(a)ld50macca.demon.co.uk> wrote in message > news:1164300905.555485.93190(a)h54g2000cwb.googlegroups.com... > > > > docdwarf(a)panix.com wrote: > >> In article <4sk3gpF10c8huU1(a)mid.individual.net>, > >> Pete Dashwood <dashwood(a)removethis.enternet.co.nz> wrote: > >> > >> [snip] > >> > >> >Pete (who knows where his heart is...) > >> > >> You got a heart? During my Sergeanting-Daze there were those who swore > >> that I had no such organ... just a thumpin' gizzard. > >> > >> DD > > > > He probably keeps his heart in a jar under the stairs. > > > > No, my brain is in a jar, in between the times I need to acquire a new body > for it... :-) > > My heart was broken and discarded long ago... <sob> :-) > I too had my heart broken a long time ago. I also wrote a poem. Unfortunately it was an epic load of shite and has long been discarded. I have only tried twice since then to write poetry, in the form of blues ditties. Sadly, I've managed to misplace them so you can thank your God that you will not be subjected to poetry on a par of the Vogon Captain (see Hitch-Hikers ...)
From: HeyBub on 24 Nov 2006 10:54 Alistair wrote: > > I too had my heart broken a long time ago. I also wrote a poem. > Unfortunately it was an epic load of shite and has long been > discarded. I have only tried twice since then to write poetry, in the > form of blues ditties. Sadly, I've managed to misplace them so you > can thank your God that you will not be subjected to poetry on a par > of the Vogon Captain (see Hitch-Hikers ...) "Ode to a lump of green clay I found in my armpit one morning" was the best.
From: Mark Wallace on 24 Nov 2006 18:41
Alistair wrote: > Pete Dashwood wrote: >> "Alistair" <alistair(a)ld50macca.demon.co.uk> wrote in message >> news:1164300905.555485.93190(a)h54g2000cwb.googlegroups.com... >>> docdwarf(a)panix.com wrote: >>>> In article <4sk3gpF10c8huU1(a)mid.individual.net>, >>>> Pete Dashwood <dashwood(a)removethis.enternet.co.nz> wrote: >>>> >>>> [snip] >>>> >>>>> Pete (who knows where his heart is...) >>>> You got a heart? During my Sergeanting-Daze there were those who swore >>>> that I had no such organ... just a thumpin' gizzard. >>>> >>>> DD >>> He probably keeps his heart in a jar under the stairs. >>> >> No, my brain is in a jar, in between the times I need to acquire a new body >> for it... :-) >> >> My heart was broken and discarded long ago... <sob> :-) >> > > I too had my heart broken a long time ago. I also wrote a poem. > Unfortunately it was an epic load of shite and has long been discarded. > I have only tried twice since then to write poetry, in the form of > blues ditties. Sadly, I've managed to misplace them so you can thank > your God that you will not be subjected to poetry on a par of the Vogon > Captain (see Hitch-Hikers ...) I know exactly what you mean, and how the trauma of being deprived of something important to you can be debilitating: http:mwallace.net/m-pages/mycat.htm |