Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

Old time is still a-flying:

And this same flower that smiles today,

Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,

The higher he's a-getting;

The sooner will his race be run,

And nearer he's to setting.

-Robert Herrick

-- Blue Himalayan (bh@k2.y), May 04, 1999

Answers

I would have thought more like lebanese blue :)

-- Andy (2000EOD@prodigy.net), May 04, 1999.

A questian - blue... , ahh, it doesn't matter, catch you later

I KNOW that I shall meet my fate

Somewhere among the clouds above;

Those that I fight I do not hate

Those that I guard I do not love;

My country is Kiltartan Cross,

My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,

No likely end could bring them loss

Or leave them happier than before.

Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,

Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,

A lonely impulse of delight

Drove to this tumult in the clouds;

I balanced all, brought all to mind,

The years to come seemed waste of breath, \\ A waste of breath the years behind

In balance with this life, this death.

-- Andy (2000EOD@prodigy.net), May 04, 1999.

I close my eyes, only for a moment and the moment's gone.
All my dreams, pass before my eyes a curiosity.
Dust in the wind. All they are is dust in the wind.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea.
All we do, crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see.
Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind.
Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky.
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy.
Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind.
Dust in the wind. Everything is dust in the wind.


-- you bet (nothing@nil.nada), May 04, 1999.

My thoughts on Chilcoot Trail Supplies, my first prep Guide.

Forget the bacon., it won't stay nice

Increase the oats, and beans, and rice Potatoes are a must, or a gotta' at least Bakin lotso' bread, so got lotso' yeast Leave the eattin' with your eyes to restraunteers' Plenty of salt an peppa for the coming years

My tooth's more sweet than sour I'd say 100# of sugar? maybe two?.... Otay!!! Forget the Tack, it's forever hard... And that's a fact

There's plenty I'm still up in the air about,

when to Scream, when to cry, when to pray, when to shout But there's some sure things I'll never doubt; For the love of my family, I'll do most anything,

Hide my pride, stay the course, persevere under strain

Bear any label, barely able to swallow my pain F... Everything And Run won't be my credo the year (FEAR) It's lack of Faith that gives way to my undaunting fear

By damn if I'll let those two stinkin' digits

the sand in the oil of all our little widgets' Be my God or my master or my final frontier Sooo my friend, it's back to the basics for me

Love of God, Love of good, Love of family

and oh yea , thanks for lendin' an ear by mikeymac@uswest.net

-- spun@lright (mikeymac@uswest.net), May 04, 1999.

Sorry 'bout the cut and paste SNAFU

I double spaced each line but it didn't seem to work. Oh Well

-- spun@lright (mikeymac@uswest.net), May 04, 1999.

Forget the bacon., it won't stay nice

Increase the oats, and beans, and rice

Potatoes are a must, or a gotta' at least

Bakin lotso' bread so got lotso' yeast

Leave the eattin' with your eyes to restraunteers'

Plenty of salt an peppa for the coming years

My tooth's more sweet than sour I'd say

100#s of sugar? maybe two?.... Ok!

Forget the Tack, it's forever hard

And that's a fact

There's plenty I'm still up in the air about, when to

Scream, when to cry, when to pray, when to shout

But there's some sure things I'll never doubt;

For the love of my family, I'll do most anything,

Hide my pride, stay the course, persevere under strain

Bear any label, barely able to swallow my pain

F... Everything And Run won't be my credo the year

It's lack of Faith that gives way to my undaunting fear

By damn if I'll let those two stinkin' digits

'the sand in the oil of all our little widgets'

Be my god or my master or my final frontier

Sooo my friend, it's back to the basics for me

Love of God Love of good Love of family

and oh yea , thanks for lendin' an ear

by mikeymac@uswest.net

-- spun@lright (mikeymac@uswest.net), May 04, 1999.

Pass the Peas. (James Brown)

-- Slightly Dubious (hmmmm@curious.com), May 04, 1999.

Pig Bag (gotta new one...)

-- Andy (2000EOD@prodigy.net), May 04, 1999.