A.C.(After Chalice)

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Originally Posted by Disme

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Originally Posted by chalice

I've only got 4 posts left after this one

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So you are leaving ... you will certainly be missed for 2 seconds :P

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Jebus, your mental retention is worse than I previously estimated.

That'll teach me to be generous with mongs.

Chalice use your last posts wisely.

Yeah you are wasting them away. You need to go out with a bang.

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Originally Posted by chalice

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at 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 lightning 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 grieved 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 against the dying of the light.

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

Dylan Thomas.

:rolleyes:

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Dam is this supposed to be poetry? More like the ravings of a complete idiot suffering the effects of an LSD overdose.

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Originally Posted by Old Geezer

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Originally Posted by chalice

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at 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 lightning 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 grieved 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 against the dying of the light.

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

Dylan Thomas.

:rolleyes:

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Dam is this supposed to be poetry? More like the ravings of a complete idiot suffering the effects of an LSD overdose.

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Originally Posted by Old Geezer

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Originally Posted by chalice

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at 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 lightning 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 grieved 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 against the dying of the light.

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

Dylan Thomas.

:rolleyes:

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Dam is this supposed to be poetry? More like the ravings of a complete idiot suffering the effects of an LSD overdose.

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Old Geezer, please leave chalice alone. He's never done anything to you and I hear he's a really nice guy who does a lot of work for charity and stuff.

Please find it in your heart to be a bit more generous in spirit. You'll feel better about yourself. I promise. :)

D.c

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Originally Posted by Old Geezer

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Originally Posted by chalice

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at 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 lightning 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 grieved 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 against the dying of the light.

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

Dylan Thomas.

:rolleyes:

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Dam is this supposed to be poetry? More like the ravings of a complete idiot suffering the effects of an LSD overdose.

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Dylan Thomas was an alcoholic, actually.

And a wife-beater.

Apart from that, he was a quality guy.