In the Land of Make-Believe

In the Land of Make-Believe
There's a bed of angel hair
upon which rests the maiden
who beckons us there

We dream in pools of sadness
and look beyond the wall
expecting to see the answer
but there is none at all

the days march by like ants
each one in a row
and we pass eachother in traffic
the headlights form a glow

are we traveling or just gathering
are we floating or fading away
we look to strangers for answers
and ignore each thing they say.


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Odd....extremely odd.

?????

The Poet wrote:
In the Land of Make-Believe
There's a bed of angel hair
upon which rests the maiden
who beckons us there

We dream in pools of sadness
and look beyond the wall
expecting to see the answer
but there is none at all

the days march by like ants
each one in a row
and we pass eachother in traffic
the headlights form a glow

are we traveling or just gathering
are we floating or fading away
we look to strangers for answers
and ignore each thing they say.


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"The Poet via CatKB.com" wrote in message
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In the Land of Make-Believe
There's a bed of angel hair
upon which rests the maiden
who beckons us there

We dream in pools of sadness
and look beyond the wall
expecting to see the answer
but there is none at all

the days march by like ants
each one in a row
and we pass eachother in traffic
the headlights form a glow

are we traveling or just gathering
are we floating or fading away
we look to strangers for answers
and ignore each thing they say.



Very nice. I mean it.

The Poet via CatKB.com wrote:
In the Land of Make-Believe
There's a bed of angel hair
upon which rests the maiden
who beckons us there

We dream in pools of sadness
and look beyond the wall
expecting to see the answer
but there is none at all

the days march by like ants
each one in a row
and we pass eachother in traffic
the headlights form a glow

are we traveling or just gathering
are we floating or fading away
we look to strangers for answers
and ignore each thing they say.


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You're well off-topic, KB..


IBen

IBen Getiner wrote:
The Poet via CatKB.com wrote:
In the Land of Make-Believe
There's a bed of angel hair
upon which rests the maiden
who beckons us there

We dream in pools of sadness
and look beyond the wall
expecting to see the answer
but there is none at all

the days march by like ants
each one in a row
and we pass eachother in traffic
the headlights form a glow

are we traveling or just gathering
are we floating or fading away
we look to strangers for answers
and ignore each thing they say.


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You're well off-topic, KB..


Look here stinky finger

You've been running around, making insensitive comments everywhere you
go.

What's wrong with you

You can tell us, we're all professionals here.

Here's what I've found about Stinky Finger

http://www.trend-one.com/new-1562889-4513.html

http://www.groupsrv.com/religion/about116137-105.html

http://www.painandrelief.com/15427-R...3Cyawn%3E.html


http://www.newsbackup.com/about35181.html

http://www.usenet.com/newsgroups/soc.men/msg07238.html

and on and on and on.
Aren't we lucky this troll has landed on our happy little planet.

biggerbadderbarry wrote:
In the Land of Make-Believe
There's a bed of angel hair
[quoted text clipped - 17 lines]

You're well off-topic, KB..

Look here stinky finger

You've been running around, making insensitive comments everywhere you
go.

What's wrong with you

You can tell us, we're all professionals here.


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The Poet via CatKB.com wrote:

In the Land of Make-Believe
There's a bed of angel hair
upon which rests the maiden
who beckons us there

Her eyes are fraught with terror
Upon her brow you see the pain
In her left hand is a garden
On her right she holds the rain


We dream in pools of sadness
and look beyond the wall
expecting to see the answer
but there is none at all

Ever listening, ever gaurding
Her love it knows no bounds
Mercy and truth do not forsake her
Her words are kind and help is found

the days march by like ants
each one in a row
and we pass eachother in traffic
the headlights form a glow

Sunrise, Sunset
I feel the power today
Latter rain is pouring down
The rythm of vision and dream

are we traveling or just gathering
are we floating or fading away
we look to strangers for answers
and ignore each thing they say.


The earth shakes from the heaven
Moon turns red in a black sky
Love is mine, this time
I touched the reaching down hand

"biggerbadderbarry" wrote in message
oups.com...

IBen Getiner wrote:
The Poet via CatKB.com wrote:
In the Land of Make-Believe
There's a bed of angel hair
upon which rests the maiden
who beckons us there

We dream in pools of sadness
and look beyond the wall
expecting to see the answer
but there is none at all

the days march by like ants
each one in a row
and we pass eachother in traffic
the headlights form a glow

are we traveling or just gathering
are we floating or fading away
we look to strangers for answers
and ignore each thing they say.

Message posted via CatKB.com
http://www.catkb.com/Uwe/Forums.aspx...ealth/200506/1

You're well off-topic, KB..

Look here stinky finger

You've been running around, making insensitive comments everywhere you
go.

What's wrong with you

You can tell us, we're all professionals here.

IBen had his children removed by Florida's DCFS, due to his pedophilia (Note
AOL NNTP's that all lead back to the same source):

"Instead of funding wars overseas; why not fund us people who want to
spread a little love.NAMBLA is all about togetherness and comforting
our young people with guidance from an older generation Please help
us. I know the folks in these NG's can identify with our plight. We
are just very misunderstood; we get bad press, but we stand for love"
From: (Loose Cannon)
Newsgroups:
alt.support.boy-lovers,alt.politics.homosexuality,alt.politics.usa .republican,soc.culture.african.american
Subject: Federal funds for NAMBLA
Date: 10 Mar 2004 09:44:11 -0800
Message-ID:
**NNTP-Posting-Host: 64.12.116.202

"Praise God! But you're WAAAAY off topic"
From: (IBen Getiner)
Newsgroups:
alt.abortion,alt.abortion.inequity,alt.freemasonry ,alt.prisons,alt.religion.voodoo
Subject: Loose Cannon and Jesus: Together at last.
Date: 17 Mar 2004 22:18:18 -0800
Message-ID:
**NNTP-Posting-Host: 64.12.116.202

"Bless you,Brother Iben. May the guidance of our Lord be with you always."
From: (Loose Cannon)
Newsgroups:
alt.abortion,alt.abortion.inequity,alt.freemasonry ,alt.prisons,alt.religion.voodoo
Subject: Loose Cannon and Jesus: Together at last.
Date: 18 Mar 2004 07:48:24 -0800
Message-ID:
**NNTP-Posting-Host: 64.12.116.202

LC~ All IBen has left is his trailer, his leaky 20 year old Honda, and his
mangy lap cat. And much bitterness.

"**** you, IBen/JYoung. You're too busy devising forged identities to
hide behind. As for "freedom of choice", the court found that the
young woman had miscarried as a result of being physically assaulted by
her boyfriend. So, **** you again, IBen/JYoung. Don't bother
attempting to connect the dots into a CLUE that eluded you the first
time around - do the net a favor and drown yourself in a pool of your
own vomit."
From: "
Message-ID: .com

Hey! That's better than what I wrote!
Upstaging me, Mr. Songwriter?
Show-off !!

biggerbadderbarry wrote:
In the Land of Make-Believe
There's a bed of angel hair
upon which rests the maiden
who beckons us there

Her eyes are fraught with terror
Upon her brow you see the pain
In her left hand is a garden
On her right she holds the rain

We dream in pools of sadness
and look beyond the wall
expecting to see the answer
but there is none at all

Ever listening, ever gaurding
Her love it knows no bounds
Mercy and truth do not forsake her
Her words are kind and help is found

the days march by like ants
each one in a row
and we pass eachother in traffic
the headlights form a glow

Sunrise, Sunset
I feel the power today
Latter rain is pouring down
The rythm of vision and dream

are we traveling or just gathering
are we floating or fading away
we look to strangers for answers
and ignore each thing they say.

The earth shakes from the heaven
Moon turns red in a black sky
Love is mine, this time
I touched the reaching down hand


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The Poet via CatKB.com wrote:
Hey! That's better than what I wrote!
Upstaging me, Mr. Songwriter?
Show-off !!

lol..

Yeah right, not hardly!

I absolutely love this part!

the days march by like ants
each one in a row
and we pass eachother in traffic
the headlights form a glow

How Tidy, You rock!