Thanks Jay!

--- In ticket2write@yahoogroups.com, "Jay Doggett" <jmdoggett@...> wrote:
>
> Carol,
>
>     HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
>
> Jay
>

Happy birthday Trevor!

Carol

Hi Carol,

Thanks for your birhday greetings.

As my wily father often comments: 'The time between birthdays seems to get
shorter as each one passes'. Indeed, I woke up wondering where the last 39 years
went! LOL.

I hope you enjoyed your birthday.

Best wishes,

Trevor

--- In ticket2write@yahoogroups.com, "carol_emt87" <carol_emt87@...> wrote:
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> Happy birthday Trevor!
>
> Carol
>

Jerry,my old and trusted friend. I have always been a little dubious
when,on reading the Good Book I learn that Methuselah lived to the ripe old age
of 960 or 969 years, but now Yahoo inform me that
Jerry of t2w will be 5849 years of age tomorrow.
It is small wonder after all those years of experience you are able
to enhance this group with the wisdom of your years.
Have a very happy birthday and promise us another twelve months
of your erudition.
As always
Wings

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Dear Marge
Another year has slipped past us and what can I say to give you cheer
on this auspicious occasion.
What better than to quote Shakespeare's King of France from "All's well that
ends well":


Not one word more of the consumed time.
Let's take the instant by the forward top;
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time
Steals ere we can effect them.


Have a great party and be sure to wind the clock every night for the coming
year.
As always
Wings

Ps. As I write this I'm awaiting a return call from my baby sister in Michigan
on her birthday. Tried ringing her but was told she is out exercising.
May 8th was also Victory in Europe Day 1945 and down here in Helston
Cornwall,they still dance through the streets and in and out of the houses to
the Floral Dance, as they have done since the time of the Druids.

My dear Wings,
I hate to burst your bubble, but 5849 is not the number of years I have been
kicking the can around the block, so to speak.  It is rather the month, day and
year of my birth, May 8th, 1949.  (lol)  I must admit though that some days I do
seem to feel that ancient.  What does seem to make me feel young again is
reading the wonderful works posted here at T2W.  Thank you for your kind words
my friend.
As always,
Jerry

--- In ticket2write@yahoogroups.com, "Wings081" <wings081@...> wrote:
>
> Jerry,my old and trusted friend. I have always been a little dubious
> when,on reading the Good Book I learn that Methuselah lived to the ripe old
age of 960 or 969 years, but now Yahoo inform me that
> Jerry of t2w will be 5849 years of age tomorrow.
> It is small wonder after all those years of experience you are able
> to enhance this group with the wisdom of your years.
> Have a very happy birthday and promise us another twelve months
> of your erudition.
> As always
> Wings
>
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Marge my dear lady,
Once again our paths cross on the yearly journey of our lives.  I do indeed hope
your day was as blessed as mine was today.  The well wishes of friends and
family warm the heart, as I'm certain you know all too well.  Happy Birthday
dear.
Love and kisses,
Jerry

p.s.  Thank you for that slice of cake.  Now my day is complete.  (wink)

--- In ticket2write@yahoogroups.com, Diva <the_only_data_diva@...> wrote:
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> Happy Birthday, dear friend.
>
> Happy to share another year older.
> I'll let you have the slice with the most frosting.
>
> Marge
>

Hello Jerry young fellow.
1949?? Why you're quite a little whipper snapper really and I always thought you
were ancient.
You missed out on all those exciting days between September '39 and
45.The days when death was a neighbour that could never diminish your resolve to
survive whatever was thrown at you.It always happened to the other man and you
were invincible.
Checking my log book, I note May 8th 1949 was on a Sunday and I must have had
the day off to pray forgiveness of my sins. On May 9th I read I was bashing the
circuit at night in a Lancaster,keeping my hand in,in readiness for any future
skirmish.My only companion in that aluminium tube with four Rolls Royce Merlins
was a signaller (a wireless operator named Osterbauer from Canada)who would be
there to follow my hands through when I called for full power on take-off.
Ah! the happy carefree days of youth.But I live in hope that as I'm still on the
reserve, they may call me when the Argies start their nonsense again soon.
I tried to help out in 'Desert Storm' but the top brass advised me "don't call
us. we'll call you if needed".
They have yet to learn the old adage: "One volunteer is worth ten pressed men"
I'm no war monger but I can't stand bullies.
Hope your day went well.
Very best wishes.
As always
Wings.

Friend Wings,

I guess in your eyes I may well be "…a little whipper snapper," but then again
who can really tell?  You say I missed out those days of the blitz and the
following march to Berlin, but once again, who can tell?  In this life I served
in the US Navy during the Viet Nam conflict, though my service was stateside
rather than overseas, but I have always been moved by the following poem.


Through A Glass, Darkly


Through the travail of the ages,
Midst the pomp and toil of war,
I have fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.

In the form of many people
In all panoplies of time
Have I seen the luring vision
Of the Victory Maid, sublime.

I have battled for fresh mammoth,
I have warred for pastures new,
I have listed to the whispers
When the race trek instinct grew.

I have known the call to battle
In each changeless changing shape
From the high souled voice of conscience
To the beastly lust for rape.

I have sinned and I have suffered,
Played the hero and the knave;
Fought for belly, shame, or country,
And for each have found a grave.

I cannot name my battles
For the visions are not clear,
Yet, I see the twisted faces
And I feel the rending spear.

Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
In His sacred helpless side.
Yet, I've called His name in blessing
When after times I died.

In the dimness of the shadows
Where we hairy heathens warred,
I can taste in thought the lifeblood;
We used teeth before the sword.

While in later clearer vision
I can sense the coppery sweat,
Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery
When our Phalanx, Cyrus met.

Hear the rattle of the harness
Where the Persian darts bounced clear,
See their chariots wheel in panic
From the Hoplite's leveled spear.

See the goal grow monthly longer,
Reaching for the walls of Tyre.
Hear the crash of tons of granite,
Smell the quenchless eastern fire.

Still more clearly as a Roman,
Can I see the Legion close,
As our third rank moved in forward
And the short sword found our foes.

Once again I feel the anguish
Of that blistering treeless plain
When the Parthian showered death bolts,
And our discipline was in vain.

I remember all the suffering
Of those arrows in my neck.
Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage
As I died upon my back.

Once again I smell the heat sparks
When my Flemish plate gave way
And the lance ripped through my entrails
As on Crecy's field I lay.

In the windless, blinding stillness
Of the glittering tropic sea
I can see the bubbles rising
Where we set the captives free.

Midst the spume of half a tempest
I have heard the bulwarks go
When the crashing, point blank round shot
Sent destruction to our foe.

I have fought with gun and cutlass
On the red and slippery deck
With all Hell aflame within me
And a rope around my neck.

And still later as a General
Have I galloped with Murat
When we laughed at death and numbers
Trusting in the Emperor's Star.

Till at last our star faded,
And we shouted to our doom
Where the sunken road of Ohein
Closed us in it's quivering gloom.

So but now with Tanks a'clatter
Have I waddled on the foe
Belching death at twenty paces,
By the star shell's ghastly glow.

So as through a glass, and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names, but always me.

And I see not in my blindness
What the objects were I wrought,
But as God rules o'er our bickerings
It was through His will I fought.

So forever in the future,
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter,
But to die again, once more.



Who really knows if there are indeed past lives each of us have lived.  If so, I
hope and pray that in some life we are finally able to get things correct, if
that is the Ultimate Plan.  And so I shall leave you ponder the meaning, if any,
of that poem.  As I'm sure you are well aware, the poet was General George S.
Patton Jr.  (1885-1945).

With upmost respect to you, my brother-in-arms I remain as always faithfully
yours,
Jerry


--- In ticket2write@yahoogroups.com, "Wings081" <wings081@...> wrote:
>
>
> Hello Jerry young fellow.
> 1949?? Why you're quite a little whipper snapper really and I always thought
you were ancient.
> You missed out on all those exciting days between September '39 and
> 45.The days when death was a neighbour that could never diminish your resolve
to survive whatever was thrown at you.It always happened to the other man and
you were invincible.
> Checking my log book, I note May 8th 1949 was on a Sunday and I must have had
the day off to pray forgiveness of my sins. On May 9th I read I was bashing the
circuit at night in a Lancaster,keeping my hand in,in readiness for any future
skirmish.My only companion in that aluminium tube with four Rolls Royce Merlins
was a signaller (a wireless operator named Osterbauer from Canada)who would be
there to follow my hands through when I called for full power on take-off.
> Ah! the happy carefree days of youth.But I live in hope that as I'm still on
the reserve, they may call me when the Argies start their nonsense again soon.
> I tried to help out in 'Desert Storm' but the top brass advised me "don't call
us. we'll call you if needed".
> They have yet to learn the old adage: "One volunteer is worth ten pressed men"
> I'm no war monger but I can't stand bullies.
> Hope your day went well.
> Very best wishes.
> As always
> Wings.
>

Jerry you old son of a gun,
Excellent choice of poem. Thank you for that.

I sincerely trust my reference to 'Whipper snapper' was not taken in a
derogatory sense.It was meant as an alternative to the Brit forces term: "Get
some in" which was used towards any new boys on the squadron.
Another similar appelation when we were posted to suuny climes
was: "Moon men" due to the paleness of our skin compared to the bronze adonises
who had been working in the relentless heat nearer the Equator.
Determined to blend in with the time servers,I had the tailor cut my knee length
khaki shorts nearer the tops of my thighs, to expose white flesh to the Sun yet
remain within the realms of decency.
Overdid the tanning somewhat and ended up in sick bay with heat stroke.Water was
taken and treated from the sea and although potable
we had to lace it with Ovaltine to make it acceptable to the palate.
Thankfully, American forces had been through on an earlier occasion and had
installed a form of air-conditioning by welding together
metal boxes and piping.

I missed the Nam conflict but I almost did enlist into our Royal Navy.
Tired of waiting for pilot training, I heard a rumour the Navy were recruting
pilots for their carriers. I volunteered but before I was called for interview,I
was posted to the Spartan Scool of Aeronautics at the town of Miami in Oklahoma
where I underwent a crash (not to be taken literally)course of pilot training.
That was one of the most memorable phases of my life and one which has forever
endeared me to the British association with the US of A.

My elder sister married a US airman and became one of the renowned GI brides.
Following that, a younger brother emigrated as also did my little sister, which
means a large part of my immediate family are American citizens, either by
choice or birthright.

So,I'm sure you will appreciate why I allow no living soul to 'bad mouth'
America within my hearing.

Lunch call. GOTO go my good friend
As Always
Wings.

Hi Jerry
As we get older we sometimes begin to doubt our ability to "make a difference"
in the world. It is at these times that our hopes are boosted by the remarkable
achievements of other "seniors" who have found the courage to take on challenges
that would make many of us wither. Harold Schlumberg is such a person:

THIS IS QUOTED FROM HAROLD: "I've often been asked, 'What do you do now that
you're retired?'
Well...I'm fortunate to have a chemical engineering background and one of the
things I enjoy most is converting beer, wine and whiskey into urine. It's
rewarding, uplifting, satisfying and fulfilling. I do it every day and I really
enjoy it."
  Harold should be an inspiration to us all.

Take heart my friend.
As always
Wings


Ps. I have similar skills to Harold, even without a chemical engineering back
ground.

Wings my friend,

I do indeed agree with you about Harold and would refer you to this toast given
by an unknown author:

Here's to a long life and a merry one
A quick death and an easy one
A pretty girl and an honest one
A cold beer and another one!

I am delighted to hear that you take the responsibilities of retirement
seriously old friend.  Have fun and don't work too awfully hard.  (lol)

As always,
Jerry


--- In ticket2write@yahoogroups.com, "Wings081" <wings081@...> wrote:
>
> Hi Jerry
> As we get older we sometimes begin to doubt our ability to "make a difference"
in the world. It is at these times that our hopes are boosted by the remarkable
achievements of other "seniors" who have found the courage to take on challenges
that would make many of us wither. Harold Schlumberg is such a person:
>
> THIS IS QUOTED FROM HAROLD: "I've often been asked, 'What do you do now that
you're retired?'
> Well...I'm fortunate to have a chemical engineering background and one of the
things I enjoy most is converting beer, wine and whiskey into urine. It's
rewarding, uplifting, satisfying and fulfilling. I do it every day and I really
enjoy it."
>  Harold should be an inspiration to us all.
>
> Take heart my friend.
> As always
> Wings
>
>
> Ps. I have similar skills to Harold, even without a chemical engineering back
ground.
>

Love the last two lines of your poem Jerry

Reminds me of a complaint I raised against the BBC.
During Quiz shows where prizes are available for winners, the quiz master always
asks the contestant: "What will you do with the money if you win".
To my mind, that is the same as a boss asking a workman what he is going to do
with his hard earned wages.
The programmers acknowledged my letter but they still continue with this same
question.
However, I was rewarded one evening recently when,after a man had been asked
this same stupid question ,the contestant replied:
"I'll spend most of it on wine,women and song and the rest I'll just fritter
away".
That reply made my day.
As Always
Wings
--- In ticket2write@yahoogroups.com, "Jerry S" <jerry5849@...> wrote:
>
>
>
>
> Wings my friend,
>
> I do indeed agree with you about Harold and would refer you to this toast
given by an unknown author:
>
> Here's to a long life and a merry one
> A quick death and an easy one
> A pretty girl and an honest one
> A cold beer and another one!
>
> I am delighted to hear that you take the responsibilities of retirement
seriously old friend.  Have fun and don't work too awfully hard.  (lol)
>
> As always,
> Jerry
>
>
> --- In ticket2write@yahoogroups.com, "Wings081" <wings081@> wrote:
> >
> > Hi Jerry
> > As we get older we sometimes begin to doubt our ability to "make a
difference" in the world. It is at these times that our hopes are boosted by the
remarkable achievements of other "seniors" who have found the courage to take on
challenges that would make many of us wither. Harold Schlumberg is such a
person:
> >
> > THIS IS QUOTED FROM HAROLD: "I've often been asked, 'What do you do now that
you're retired?'
> > Well...I'm fortunate to have a chemical engineering background and one of
the things I enjoy most is converting beer, wine and whiskey into urine. It's
rewarding, uplifting, satisfying and fulfilling. I do it every day and I really
enjoy it."
> >  Harold should be an inspiration to us all.
> >
> > Take heart my friend.
> > As always
> > Wings
> >
> >
> > Ps. I have similar skills to Harold, even without a chemical engineering
back ground.
> >
>

Wings,

I am glad you voiced that complaint to the BBC and I'm delighted with the
contestant's response to the game show host when asked that same dull question. 
His honest answer must have shocked some folks whilst also making them smile.

I recall several years ago when a gentleman who had just turned 100 years of age
was interviewed by a local news reporter.  The reporter queried the man with a
similarly stupid question when he asked what the fellow attributed his longevity
to.  The man thought for a second and responded, "Well, I never smoked tobacco,
drank strong drink or ran with wild women…until I was twelve."

Such honesty to too seldom expressed in my humble opinion, but when it is
revealed it does warm my heart.  Have a bright and sunny day my friend.

As always,
Jerry


--- In ticket2write@yahoogroups.com, "Wings081" <wings081@...> wrote:
>
>
> Love the last two lines of your poem Jerry
>
> Reminds me of a complaint I raised against the BBC.
> During Quiz shows where prizes are available for winners, the quiz master
always asks the contestant: "What will you do with the money if you win".
> To my mind, that is the same as a boss asking a workman what he is going to do
with his hard earned wages.
> The programmers acknowledged my letter but they still continue with this same
question.
> However, I was rewarded one evening recently when,after a man had been asked
this same stupid question ,the contestant replied:
> "I'll spend most of it on wine,women and song and the rest I'll just fritter
away".
> That reply made my day.
> As Always
> Wings
> --- In ticket2write@yahoogroups.com, "Jerry S" <jerry5849@> wrote:
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > Wings my friend,
> >
> > I do indeed agree with you about Harold and would refer you to this toast
given by an unknown author:
> >
> > Here's to a long life and a merry one
> > A quick death and an easy one
> > A pretty girl and an honest one
> > A cold beer and another one!
> >
> > I am delighted to hear that you take the responsibilities of retirement
seriously old friend.  Have fun and don't work too awfully hard.  (lol)
> >
> > As always,
> > Jerry
> >
> >
> > --- In ticket2write@yahoogroups.com, "Wings081" <wings081@> wrote:
> > >
> > > Hi Jerry
> > > As we get older we sometimes begin to doubt our ability to "make a
difference" in the world. It is at these times that our hopes are boosted by the
remarkable achievements of other "seniors" who have found the courage to take on
challenges that would make many of us wither. Harold Schlumberg is such a
person:
> > >
> > > THIS IS QUOTED FROM HAROLD: "I've often been asked, 'What do you do now
that you're retired?'
> > > Well...I'm fortunate to have a chemical engineering background and one of
the things I enjoy most is converting beer, wine and whiskey into urine. It's
rewarding, uplifting, satisfying and fulfilling. I do it every day and I really
enjoy it."
> > >  Harold should be an inspiration to us all.
> > >
> > > Take heart my friend.
> > > As always
> > > Wings
> > >
> > >
> > > Ps. I have similar skills to Harold, even without a chemical engineering
back ground.
> > >
> >
>

This a truly outstanding movie in terms of its animation. With 1968's "Yellow
Submarine", we get to see two great minds come together. The music of The
Beatles, and the psychedelic art style of the late 1960s. There is absolutely
nothing wrong with this film, it is a statement of what kind of culture this was
for and how it can still be amazing after all these years. "Yellow Submarine" is
a delightful treat to any Beatles fan, and to those who enjoy the late 1960s
that changed the film industry forever.

The plot of this movie is very simple: The nation of Pepperland is under attack
from the sinister Blue Meanies, who dislike the citizens of Pepperland for their
peaceful ways, and it's up to The Beatles to stop them through the message of
peace and love. That's pretty much it.

"Yellow Submarine" does not have the most complex story that The Beatles put on
the screen, but it's engaging nonetheless. In fact, the story moves at a very
nice pace and is told almost entirely through song. Though The Beatles
themselves do not contribute to the film itself (save for the songs and a VERY
short sequence at the end), the actors they got to emulate The Beatles voices is
good. But what really stands above the rest is the animation used for the entire
production. The timing is great, the movements of the characters are great, it's
a great animated movie! The backgrounds and character designs are memorable and
full of color. There is a lot of detail put into this movie.

Heinz Edelmann who designed the art and overall style of the movie gives us a
look back at what the 1960s, especially the late 1960s, were all about. George
Dunning, who directed the whole production, did an amazing job putting the
project together. The music is fantastic, bringing the compositions of John
Lennon, Paul McCartney, and George Harrison together in one glorious piece of
film.

But the real interesting thing about "Yellow Submarine" is the fact that this
movie can appeal to almost everybody. You don't have to be a Beatles fan to
appreciate this movie, you can take your kids and even they will enjoy the film
as well. This movie is practically for everyone, and there's absolutely nothing
wrong with it whatsoever.

In conclusion, "Yellow Submarine" is a fun little film that's definitely ahead
of its time. The contribution that The Beatles made turned out to be the best
thing ever, as they themselves did not wanted to be part of this movie until
they were looking at the final production. "Yellow Submarine" is an animated gem
that everyone needs to see.

How could I have improved with this review of a great movie?

Of Silent Nuances.

Akin to aura, yet, more a presence,
in one subtle symphony expressed.
Notes of awareness, are its essence,
to voice yearnings, long suppressed.

Sweet melodies, of silent eloquence,
wanton enraptured senses to caress.
These lilting invitations to dalliance,
only the enamored body can express…

Soft ambiance, the score has offered,
enhancements, to once muted chords.
Assent's melody, likewise is proffered,
Such, is a harmony, knowing affords…

©. Copyright: Bernard de Silva.

The Carnal Carousel

Conveniently I'd forgotten those amoral days of youth,
glossed over indiscretions to ignore one simple truth.
The lecherous lad I became, with the onset of puberty,
and the philanderer unrepentant, emerged at maturity.

Giggling girls, guileless youths, sampling Sensuality,
poor fumbling novices all unaware, in trysts of futility,
This life of lust I must dedicate, to the society matron,
whores, with silken drawers, who gave indoctrination.

A willing pupil then was I, where Bacchus was patron,
an enthusiasm shared too, by many, a lustful matron.
A dalliance here, another there, seeking information,
the graduate, in other fields, I majored, in fornication.

Benevolent, was the opposite sex, frequently as well,
it was no surprise one relished, that carnal carousel.
Relished and savored, the forays, in memory's store,
the cavalcade of deeds and faces, escapades galore.

More muted, are the melodies, a retinue, more select,
far less garish now the lights, mirrored panes reflect.
The roundabout is slowing, all its horses put to flight,
though the carnival, may be ended, I'm loath to alight ...


(C). Copyright: Bernard de Silva...14/05/2012...

This transcript from WGN Radio in Chicago is well worth the time to listen,
especially if you teach poetry

http://www.wgnradio.com/shows/sundaypapers/wgnam-kogan-120513-jw-basilo-mary-fon\
s-chicago-slam-works,0,2064625.mp3file

Suzianne

Master of My Fate


Waking with a brand new pain
I wonder if the cause is rain
Hopefully it's just a strain
It sucks to be this old

Whippersnappers snapping whips
Noises flowing from their lips
Their constant buzzing makes me sick
It sucks to be this old

The television news is bad
It makes me frightened, makes me sad
I think the entire world's gone mad
It sucks to be this old

Things will never get on track
The clock can never be turned back
The future is both dull and black
It sucks to be this old

From my past a laugh of joy
In my hand I hold a toy
Grandpa whispers "I'll tell you boy,
it's fun to be this old."

Time has changed since I was eight
But no it's not beyond too late
I shall master my own fate
It's fun to be this old

I can see the common sense
My cane sings loud upon the fence
Let the joy recommence
It's fun to be this old

Tickling grass between my toes
Or snowflakes landing on my nose
The smell of fruit within a rose
It's fun to be this old

And so I've come to turn the page
No longer will I curse my age
I'm just an actor on the stage
It's fun to be this old

And when at last my life is done
No more to see a setting sun
I'll know my life was filled with fun
It was fun to be this old

JK Saylor
5/16/12

All I can say about this is: "Go Jerry go"
Never regret growing old for not everyone is accorded that privilege.
As Always
wings.
--- In ticket2write@yahoogroups.com, "Jerry S" <jerry5849@...> wrote:
>
> Master of My Fate
>
>
> Waking with a brand new pain
> I wonder if the cause is rain
> Hopefully it's just a strain
> It sucks to be this old
>
> Whippersnappers snapping whips
> Noises flowing from their lips
> Their constant buzzing makes me sick
> It sucks to be this old
>
> The television news is bad
> It makes me frightened, makes me sad
> I think the entire world's gone mad
> It sucks to be this old
>
> Things will never get on track
> The clock can never be turned back
> The future is both dull and black
> It sucks to be this old
>
> From my past a laugh of joy
> In my hand I hold a toy
> Grandpa whispers "I'll tell you boy,
> it's fun to be this old."
>
> Time has changed since I was eight
> But no it's not beyond too late
> I shall master my own fate
> It's fun to be this old
>
> I can see the common sense
> My cane sings loud upon the fence
> Let the joy recommence
> It's fun to be this old
>
> Tickling grass between my toes
> Or snowflakes landing on my nose
> The smell of fruit within a rose
> It's fun to be this old
>
> And so I've come to turn the page
> No longer will I curse my age
> I'm just an actor on the stage
> It's fun to be this old
>
> And when at last my life is done
> No more to see a setting sun
> I'll know my life was filled with fun
> It was fun to be this old
>
> JK Saylor
> 5/16/12
>

ATTENTION.
Anyone receiving this following fabrication,kindly disregard same...
......................................................................
(COPY)
I'm writing this with tears in my eye, my family and I came down here to
Spain,Madrid, for a short Holiday and got mugged on our way back to the hotel
where we are staying, all cash, credit card and cell phone been stolen of us
luckily still have our passports with us but don't have enough money to sort the
bills so we can get out of here.

We've been to the embassy and the police but they're not helping issues at all
and our round flight leaves soon and the hotel manager won't let us leave until
we settle the bills, I'm freaked out at the moment and wondering if you could
help us with a quick loan, I promise I'll refund it once we get home. Please
write me so i can send you the info for the wire of the money to save me from
the embarrassment of not being able to cover

Thanks!
Bernard
.......................................................................
Anybody reading this tripe, kindly discard same...
The said Bernard de Silva, is fine and well and
in sunny Queensland...my Email address has been
hacked the contacts copied and the return path
presumably changed to receive my incoming Emails...

DO NOT SEND ANY MONEY....KINDLY REPORT SCAM TO
YAHOO...

Regards: B.de S.

Really good but i'm glad i'm not that old yet.

--- In ticket2write@yahoogroups.com, "Jerry S" <jerry5849@...> wrote:
>
> Master of My Fate
>
>
> Waking with a brand new pain
> I wonder if the cause is rain
> Hopefully it's just a strain
> It sucks to be this old
>
> Whippersnappers snapping whips
> Noises flowing from their lips
> Their constant buzzing makes me sick
> It sucks to be this old
>
> The television news is bad
> It makes me frightened, makes me sad
> I think the entire world's gone mad
> It sucks to be this old
>
> Things will never get on track
> The clock can never be turned back
> The future is both dull and black
> It sucks to be this old
>
> From my past a laugh of joy
> In my hand I hold a toy
> Grandpa whispers "I'll tell you boy,
> it's fun to be this old."
>
> Time has changed since I was eight
> But no it's not beyond too late
> I shall master my own fate
> It's fun to be this old
>
> I can see the common sense
> My cane sings loud upon the fence
> Let the joy recommence
> It's fun to be this old
>
> Tickling grass between my toes
> Or snowflakes landing on my nose
> The smell of fruit within a rose
> It's fun to be this old
>
> And so I've come to turn the page
> No longer will I curse my age
> I'm just an actor on the stage
> It's fun to be this old
>
> And when at last my life is done
> No more to see a setting sun
> I'll know my life was filled with fun
> It was fun to be this old
>
> JK Saylor
> 5/16/12
>

I closed the door, where I went before,
Trapped the stray scent,
In the place where I went,
Now breathing fresh air,
And freedom to care,
Before I didn't dare,
To inhale,
The noxious gases of my ale,
Passed on through,
My body did rue,
Now free to sit down but not on the loo.