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by beetree on 13 January 2017 - 15:01
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

by Chaz Reinhold on 13 January 2017 - 18:01

by Chaz Reinhold on 14 January 2017 - 18:01
by beetree on 29 January 2017 - 22:01
I found one of my lost earrings! It was a favorite one, too! I am so happy I didn't throw away the singleton!
Thanks for the great advice, Chaz!
👱🏻♀️💋💃

by Chaz Reinhold on 29 January 2017 - 22:01
😉

by 1Ruger1 on 05 February 2017 - 15:02

by 1Ruger1 on 05 February 2017 - 15:02

by Chaz Reinhold on 07 February 2017 - 02:02
Shine was inspired by the poem, Esphemera by William Butler Yeats. The title, Esphemera, loosely translates to something "written" that you don't want to last long.
Damien Rice is another one. Dude puts everything he's got into his songs, and it is usually just him and his guitar.

by Chaz Reinhold on 07 February 2017 - 02:02

by Chaz Reinhold on 07 February 2017 - 02:02
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