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Old May 21st 05, 07:13 PM
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Twittering One wrote:
A is for Arsenic.
B is for Belladonna.
C is for Crash.

Or just consult ...


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Make Yours Memorable!

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1. Methods & Polite Manners
2. Notes & Niceties
3. Notification Etiquette
4. How Not to Leave A Mess
5. When Leaving a Mess Is Appropriate
6. Carpet Blood Stain Removal
7. Bank Statements, Safe Deposit Key, Etc.
8. Fast, or Slow Exit
9. Certitude, or Warning
10. Musical Selections
11. Haphazard, or Buzz Off Buzzard Bait
12. Do, or Wait & See
13. Call for Help, or Just Try Harder

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Afterward

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We're here to make your life easier!'

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Blog, or dog? Who knows.
But if you see my lost pup, please bring him home!
I got Leon a brand-new bone.
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Pale, beyond porch and portal,
Crowned with calm leaves, she stands
Who gathers all things mortal
With cold immortal hands;
Her languid lips are sweeter
Than love's who fears to greet her
To men that mix and meet her
From many times and lands.



She waits for each and other,
She waits for all men born;
Forgets the earth her mother,
The life of fruits and corn;
And spring and seed and swallow
Take wing for her and follow
Where summer song rings hollow
And flowers are put to scorn.


There go the loves that wither,
The old loves with wearier wings;
And all dead years draw thither,
And all disastrous things;
Dead dreams of days forsaken,
Blind buds that snows have shaken,
Wild leaves that winds have taken,
Red strays of ruined springs.

- From "The Garden of Proserpine"
by Algernon Charles Swinburne

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