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music, when soft voices die vibrates in the memory odours, when sweet violets sicken live within the sense they quicken rose leaves, when the rose is dead are heap'd for the beloved's bed and so thy thoughts, when thou art gone love itself shall slumber on percy bysshe shelley the beauty of this took my breath away and then shock took over once i realized that this was the poem that mine was being compared to impossible! what're you talking about!?! (http://webhome.idirect.com/~janet313/janetsjo/1996/02/21b.html) but i hadn't truly read my own words yet they had 'spilled out' of me depth unfathomed they were a gift to me for me to explore and learn from my gratitude in re the gift reaches out to you janet paterson: an akinetic rigid subtype, albeit perky, parky pd: 55/41/37 cd: 55/44/43 tel: 613 256 8340 email: [log in to unmask] smail: 375 Country Street, Almonte, Ontario, Canada, K0A 1A0 a new voice: http://www.geocities.com/janet313/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------- To sign-off Parkinsn send a message to: mailto:[log in to unmask] In the body of the message put: signoff parkinsn