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  1. Paul Harvey

    Paul Harvey

    “Standby for news.” Ah that famous introduction to his news cast will never be heard again. Paul Harvey I’m afraid passed away yesterday at the golden age of 90. That voice, that distinct way of pausing and emphasizing words, that original way of telling a story, and that sharp sense of humor. Rest in peace my dear man.

    Who is Paul Harvey? I’m sure than non-Americans have never heard of him. Actually I was surprised my wife had never heard of him. ...
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  2. Haiku (cafe waitress)

    by , 03-01-2009 at 08:39 PM (Silas Thorne's Journal)
    Young girl with a tray
    please don't take my cup away,
    I am not finished.

    © Silas Thorne

    Updated 03-01-2009 at 08:45 PM by Silas Thorne

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  3. I'm listening, yes?

    by , 03-01-2009 at 08:29 PM (Silas Thorne's Journal)
    I'm listening, yes?
    Ferocious in your mindgaze
    I play distortion, on a crystal vase,
    shut off from the blender,
    your sharp tongue spinning around,
    I hear no sound.

    © Silas Thorne

    Updated 03-01-2009 at 08:45 PM by Silas Thorne

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  4. Heart Attack--The Base

    Wednesday evening finally arrived. Tonya and I were almost back to our comfort level with each other. I was to have the next four nights off and I was determined not to waste them all sleeping.

    I start off well by doing all the dishes when I go home (except for the pots and pans). The metal work can wait for the am when the plates dry and I can put them away.

    I start to think about the trash. Ten minutes tops when the first real sign of trouble begins.
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    Updated 03-01-2009 at 06:34 PM by mtpspur

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  5. Lost Upon the Sea

    We are all lost. Drifting upon this sea, blind, and unaware, but seeking for something hidden deep beneath dark shadowy depths which lay still within. A calm which lays just beneath the turbulent shores of white foam spewing forth leaving behind vanishing marks. Now and then souls collide, brushing against each other in the swirling daze. A moment which shudders, while it dissipates quicker then grains of sand caught trapped within the wind. A pool where it all comes together yet separates, precipitates ...
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