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Ah! well you see RP Angels have not got bottoms. I'll see if I can find a poem to prove it. Well I did alter the poem it was a bit too naive in context.
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C_C_T
on November 23, 2016 at 10:29 AM
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One becomes tired of swing on a star Bill.
posted by
C_C_T
on November 23, 2016 at 10:24 AM
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Yes I did not like to make it too obvious FS.
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C_C_T
on November 23, 2016 at 10:22 AM
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Re: Ciel
You are right of course Ciel I desperately want to meet the young lady in your book, but I fear she might have a little Cielet. Ciel Why does this rose or emotions keep going to the front of my reply, I think I clicked something once as it never used to happen.
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C_C_T
on November 23, 2016 at 10:22 AM
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Re: Naut
Yes well I suppose if one didn't think, but you would have a better answer than me.No I can assure you they are not really feathers it was the artists they thought it was the only way to move off the ground and thought that Heaven was just beyond the edge of the world.
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C_C_T
on November 23, 2016 at 10:17 AM
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Re: Kabu
Yes I feel I am like your Cockerel waking on Thanksgiving morning.
posted by
C_C_T
on November 23, 2016 at 10:11 AM
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Get back in the swing of things sir.
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BC-A
on November 23, 2016 at 10:09 AM
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Re: UKUSA
Well God was laughing when I carved the names or the Warden sitting in the bench behind would have stopped me. God has let me off of a lot of sins, but perhaps God tolerates a bit of mischief. Casonova yes every man's dream.
posted by
C_C_T
on November 23, 2016 at 10:07 AM
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A very deep, reflective poem, I find this to be.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on November 23, 2016 at 6:33 AM
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C_C_T
And I always wondered how Angels could sit down without hurting their wings. Seems like they'd get in the way, especially school-age Angels sitting at their desks all day. Quite a nice poem and I liked it for its depth through a light tone. 
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Sea_Gypsy
on November 22, 2016 at 8:19 PM
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CCT
What are we...Well, Decartes said, "Cogito, ergo sum," but even that has been shown to be a faulty conclusion...As for the Angel's wings, I have always wondered if they're made up of real feathers...
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Nautikos
on November 22, 2016 at 3:45 PM
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Seems to me, no matter how we might try to protect ourselves from the dangers of caring too much, and disappointment, there is always some light in the heart that wants to connect with the light in some other heart.
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Ciel
on November 22, 2016 at 3:04 PM
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it is never too late until it is all over Mr. CCT
posted by
Kabu
on November 22, 2016 at 2:12 PM
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Never too latem when one writes. Even Jesus rewards unintended confessions.
great story about carving your family names inside Churches. See, but you love them all. If one reveres churches but never inside ... at least U touched them, manhandled them, you animal you. Just getting carried away - contrary to the message in Casanova poem: control is better because too much emotion=cloud/mud
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NocrossJustchristmas
on November 22, 2016 at 1:12 PM
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