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Three years and more have come and gone,
It’s been long and tough, but at some times fun.

So now we’ve arrived upon this very day,
To sit and listen at the end of our play.

For Jacques once said ‘All the world’s a stage’,
And we are its actors, its players, its knaves.

But our time as caterpillars has come to a close,
T’is time we cocoon ourselves, t’is time for the Barreau!

Between two towers of ivory make,
Sits a city, a village, an island state.

The wizards of those towers, each other they hate,
Throwing barbs, and knives with mischievous haste.

This war has raged on, it is centuries late,
And in the middle we lay, continuing to wait.

But our patience wears thin, and our souls, they ache,
It’s time to move on, and found our City-State.

06
Oct

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Her virtues masked from within,
Her vices apparent, they shout.

She leans in and whispers close,
She  steps out, and alone we wait.

When she’s away, we crave her,
On her return, blind we become.

But still we always seek her out,
Knowing it all full well, we hope.

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Will we answer when she knocks?
Will we rise up when she enters?
Will we take her as if she was ours?

She seldom asks twice, her voice sometimes filled with sin and vice.
But the answer she seeks is but a whisper away, all we need do is give the OK.

We believe we are in control, but the reins she’ll never let go.
So, blindly we travel across cobbled stones and gravel,
Dirt roads and far off lands; we are at the mercy of her whims and hands.

Where we’ll arrive, only she knows.
Her lips flushed red with colour, are not only for show…

But we’d best make our mark, or she’ll leave as quickly as she came.
And there we will stand, not even knowing her name.

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Into the fray we go. Full of books and writings and all that which is learnèd. Rulings and decisions, and battles of great might, those books and writings teach us to fight and fight. From the sweat of our brow and the hot blood in our veins, the ink of our pens will have the final say. We cannot be stopped! For we have truly seized the day!

20
Sep

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Over the hills and across the way, we drove on through to celebrate the day. We arrived and saw that life was large, we all knew this day was ours. Not oft we’d been to towns so small, yet vibrant and alive, with fun for all. The day of our return came all too fast, but the memories we shared will last, and last. So here’s to good friends! Both new and old! And here’s to new adventures! New days of gold!
20
Sep

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And so it is. And then it was. And back it came. And off again. But ere before the time had come, we walked on past, and all was done. And so we are at the start once more, we dove and swam to reach the shore. The line is cast. The bait is hooked. And so we stand, with little time to endure. By snowflake’s fall, it will come to a close, and once again, the story goes.

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Here’s the story.

I am VERY curious to see how this turns out.

Here’s the link: Man in stable condition after being shot by Montreal police.

Although, shouldn’t the headline read “Man lucky to be alive after charging cops with knife after dark” ?

This short piece irks me. They refer to the wacko who charged the cops with a knife as a “victim.” Victims are those who have suffered an injustice, not caused one.

Which is why this article is categorized under “The Predictability of Stupidity.”

YouTube - Billy Bob Thornton Blow Up on Q TV.

This is just too weird.

What’s too bad about it is that the rest of his band seemed like nice guys. Now they’ve pulled out of the tour in Canada. I understand BBT wanted to make sure the focus was on the band and the music - not his acting career - but his reaction had the exact opposite effect. Instead of the interview being about the band - The Boxmasters - it became about him and his passive aggressive tantrum. I don’t see the point, Billy Bob. You let your bandmates down.