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Aug 07, 2004 21:28

A thin gray cloud of water droplets that condenses in the atmosphere just above the ground -- overlap making the reading of these almost hidden words even more difficult abstract grey, modern gray, cubist gray, gray mood, gray cloud, gray day.

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mandymoor August 7 2004, 18:46:45 UTC
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at the close of day;
Rage, Rage against the dying of the light

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightening they
Do not go gentle into that good night

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, Rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
and learn too late they greived it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, Rage agains the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on sad height,
Curse, bless me now with fierce tears I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, Rage against the dying of the light.

Find us Ryan...I know you can.

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gosling_ryan August 7 2004, 20:30:08 UTC
huh?

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mandymoor August 7 2004, 20:51:00 UTC
It's Dylan Thomas...he did enough heroine to kill a horse.

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gosling_ryan August 7 2004, 22:11:52 UTC
that's sweet!

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