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grooveamatic
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The most beautiful part of being alive
(the most unbeautiful part of being dead)
Is the strolling and the chatting
And the smelling of things in spring
(and in the cramping hot nights
of dawning summer)
With that person whose passions run electric
Through the town surrounding you
(through the countryside and yellow grass);
Or the driving to somewhere
With the windows downhalfway
Rounding the bend
On a road lit by fireflies
(the light from nowhere, the light from everywhere)
And the moon
(with stars a friendly army surrounding it)
Seems to smile,
Sayingly:
This has all unfolded,
Because of you.
(the most unbeautiful part of being dead)
Is the strolling and the chatting
And the smelling of things in spring
(and in the cramping hot nights
of dawning summer)
With that person whose passions run electric
Through the town surrounding you
(through the countryside and yellow grass);
Or the driving to somewhere
With the windows downhalfway
Rounding the bend
On a road lit by fireflies
(the light from nowhere, the light from everywhere)
And the moon
(with stars a friendly army surrounding it)
Seems to smile,
Sayingly:
This has all unfolded,
Because of you.
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-Always Nasty
Thanks Nast--nice to be back!!
My free time is still somewhat limited right now, but I'm trying to get back in the Message Pit groove....
You are too kind.
Print it out!!
Thanks coleen...'tis great to hear nice things...chases away that pesky self-doubt!!!