SilverRose

which had been stolen off a penguin...

and got everyone confused, because Daryl Hannah actually is a girl...

Daryl Hannah in disguise...

pssst... who sings it- the Japanese Beatles????

why are they called mogs?

I told myself you were different And tried to make it so Not another restless angel Needing only words and care Salve to heal the deepest wounds Of a life long torn and shattered But hope of winter cups of coffee Days and nights of promise touch Was surely the way to capture heartache Empty of even prayer For in reality there was no difference Life is love and love is loss As like broken birds, I patch their wings And then they fly away.

but beautifully written...

It happens to everyone, so I've heard and lately have seen much proof the days drawing shorter, nearing a close the calendar with fewer and fewer pages. I have no concern for childish fantasies age-old myth or comfort-dreams only the preservation As I Am until the final flame. Do not plant me in this ground foreign, cold to my senses where there's been no seeds to my life nor any truth of living- Take instead As I Am with only one fear remaining that when some day becomes the night with nothing left but longing My thought will be of the many years full, yet somehow lacking the one essential golden thread its absence clear to no one but me.

that's absolutely beautiful, Claire!!!

asked: what the heck is a Googlefish?

my kids will love that

asked if that statement required the use of Babelfish...

the raven- Nevermore...

Von...

cool!!!

a fuzzy caterpillar...

saying "this is Your Truth, and that is My Truth..."

they had to first look for a Moderator to ensure it not get out of hand...

not lost, just not formed as well as I used to be able to... thanks Claire, glad you liked it

I see him still-- the little boy Sad, with unshed tears. What if he'd known What the future would hold: Shattered hopes, and never gold? Did he think that he could win the heart Of the dark-haired angel with blue eyes? I see him still-- his eyes of gray Haunted, knowing beyond his years That to dare to hope Is to hear the laughter And in time, it has carried on: As it was, As it is, As it will be. Looking back-- on every stage From ringlets long to silver time: Surely he'd known Of the untraveled road, Never to embrace the kindred soul-- Did he think anyone could see beyond The veiled eyes hiding tears?

Betty Crocker- with a broom...

99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beeeer...

Camelot was broken that sixth day in June And with it, the hopes and dreams of a nation Divided by war, united in strength When everyone had something to stand for, Something to believe in And the Bright-Eyed Children With Guns Destined to grow old before their time Their manhood halted in the realization That nothing was the way it had seemed And it was too late to ever turn back For the Bright-Eyed Children With Guns One moment a childlike dream of stardom Idolizing Mickey Mantle and Collecting baseball cards; The next moment 'Over There,' where 'The Vietcong have attacked Danang- It is a fierce and bloody battle.' I turned off the radio and worried For the Bright-Eyed Children With Guns Absorbing unspeakable nightmares To carry a lifetime's worth of pain, The buddy the neighbor blown to bits Destroyed by his own grenade, A young life ended like many other Bright-Eyed Children With Guns Returned home to coffins or lives of torment Shells of the boys they had once been And Barbara laughed. 'They'll all get killed. That's all they go there for-- To get killed. HA HA HA.' I said nothing. I was told his portrait hung at his funeral Above the closed casket. I was told 'They all look the same In their Dress-Blues.' For the Bright-Eyed Children With Guns The hope of a generation, broken, Shattered minds, lives, and dreams Of what might have been.

"we saw her get sucked up into the tornado"...

thank you both...