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belquar
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Happy Birthday my friend. Wish you the best today and all year. 
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RandallIsland
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"The Loon" by James Tate
Thanks Brian.
Wednesday night I accepted a job offer in Saudia for next year.
Looks like I, too, am going to be on a GS soon.
This summer will be great. My 1st National.
Here's a poem for today, kids, for it blows me away with its poignancy:
A loon woke me this morning. It was like waking up
in another world. I had no idea what was expected of me.
I waited for instructions. Someone called and asked me
if I wanted a free trip to Florida. I said, "Sure. Can
I go today?" A man in a uniform picked me up in a limousine,
and the next thing I know I'm being chased by an alligator
across a parking lot. A crowd gathers and cheers me on.
Of course, none of this really happened. I'm still sleeping.
I don't want to go to work. I want to know what the loon is
saying. It sounds like ecstasy tinged with unfathomable
terror. One thing is certain: at least they are not speaking
of tax shelters. The phone rings. It's my boss. She says,
"Where are you?" I say, "I don't know. I don't recognize
my surroundings. I think I've been kidnapped. If they make
demands of you, don't give in. That's my professional advice."
Just then, the loon let out a tremendous looping, soaring,
swirling, quadruple whoop. "My god, are you alright?" my
boss said. "In case we do not meet again, I want you to know
that I've always loved you, Agnes," I said. "What?" she said.
"What are you saying?" "Good-bye, my darling. Try to remember me
as your ever loyal servant," I said. "Did you say you loved
me?" she said. I said, "Yes," and hung up. I tried
to go back to sleep, but the idea of being kidnapped had me
quite worked up. I looked in the mirror for signs of torture.
Every time the loon cried, I screamed and contorted my face
in agony. They were going to cut off my head and place it on
a stake. I overheard them talking. They seemed like very
reasonable men, even, one might say, likeable.
"The Loon" by James Tate from Return to the City of White Donkeys. ?® Ecco Press, 2004. Reprinted without permission.
Thanks Brian.
Wednesday night I accepted a job offer in Saudia for next year.
Looks like I, too, am going to be on a GS soon.
This summer will be great. My 1st National.
Here's a poem for today, kids, for it blows me away with its poignancy:
The Loon
A loon woke me this morning. It was like waking up
in another world. I had no idea what was expected of me.
I waited for instructions. Someone called and asked me
if I wanted a free trip to Florida. I said, "Sure. Can
I go today?" A man in a uniform picked me up in a limousine,
and the next thing I know I'm being chased by an alligator
across a parking lot. A crowd gathers and cheers me on.
Of course, none of this really happened. I'm still sleeping.
I don't want to go to work. I want to know what the loon is
saying. It sounds like ecstasy tinged with unfathomable
terror. One thing is certain: at least they are not speaking
of tax shelters. The phone rings. It's my boss. She says,
"Where are you?" I say, "I don't know. I don't recognize
my surroundings. I think I've been kidnapped. If they make
demands of you, don't give in. That's my professional advice."
Just then, the loon let out a tremendous looping, soaring,
swirling, quadruple whoop. "My god, are you alright?" my
boss said. "In case we do not meet again, I want you to know
that I've always loved you, Agnes," I said. "What?" she said.
"What are you saying?" "Good-bye, my darling. Try to remember me
as your ever loyal servant," I said. "Did you say you loved
me?" she said. I said, "Yes," and hung up. I tried
to go back to sleep, but the idea of being kidnapped had me
quite worked up. I looked in the mirror for signs of torture.
Every time the loon cried, I screamed and contorted my face
in agony. They were going to cut off my head and place it on
a stake. I overheard them talking. They seemed like very
reasonable men, even, one might say, likeable.
"The Loon" by James Tate from Return to the City of White Donkeys. ?® Ecco Press, 2004. Reprinted without permission.
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SNOONE
Guest
Randall, What eyes you have!! Happy Birthday!
PAULBACH
New member
Will be looking for you at the national.Thanks Brian.
Wednesday night I accepted a job offer in Saudia for next year.
Looks like I, too, am going to be on a GS soon.
This summer will be great. My 1st National.
Saudi Arabia? Been there and I would say ... a GS is a good choice and ... get one of those riding vests that cool by evaporation.
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BUBBAZANETTI
Guest
Happy b-day buddy! i'd post 
but considering your move to SA how about just 
instead 
but considering your move to SA how about just instead 
testinglogin
Hogaan!
Happy Birthday! 
