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Post by laurelin on Mar 9, 2005 23:09:00 GMT -5
A train comes by here Shouting loudly, “six-thirty” On every morning
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Post by Child of Immanuel on Mar 10, 2005 17:10:03 GMT -5
ship sails under moon wave-tossed, gliding on silver foam o'er deep waters
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Post by dinadan on Mar 10, 2005 17:24:24 GMT -5
Let go of all Form Opium is bittersweet All Form is Mortal
The Wind does not move Neither do the leaves of Trees Only the Mind moves
Tao is all that is Only the Tao has no Form It is immortal
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Skye
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Post by Skye on Mar 23, 2005 0:25:56 GMT -5
Sail, swift, softly through the mellow breeze and land gently on the autumn leaves.
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Post by tulkas on Mar 28, 2005 13:11:18 GMT -5
I speak in Haiku! Haiku is a form of speach! I don't like it much!
BEAT THAT!
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