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I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the
door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them? My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him. I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock. I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not. The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. I have charged you, O daughters, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him?...? That I am wounded with love. |
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"Whiplash" wrote in message oups.com... I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them? My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him. I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock. I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not. The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. I have charged you, O daughters, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him?...? That I am wounded with love. *sigh* You are such a fruitcake, Barry. |
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but we love him for it
"cybercat" wrote in message ... "Whiplash" wrote in message oups.com... I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them? My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him. I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock. I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not. The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. I have charged you, O daughters, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him?...? That I am wounded with love. *sigh* You are such a fruitcake, Barry. |
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Matthew AKA NMR ( NO MORE RETAIL ) wrote: but we love him for it "cybercat" wrote in message ... so you agree im a fruitcake? lol it's a story about a woman who dreamed her lover had returned. I love how she opens the door in her dream I just thought it was nice and had some depth to it; what I really liked is how the young maiden was truthful. It's hard to find an honest woman Matt, if you got one, hold on to her. |
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"Matthew AKA NMR ( NO MORE RETAIL )" 10 points a troll @linethetrollsup.com wrote in message . .. but we love him for it Yes we do. But, yes, nuttier than a fruitcake. "cybercat" wrote in message ... "Whiplash" wrote in message oups.com... I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them? My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him. I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock. I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not. The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. I have charged you, O daughters, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him?...? That I am wounded with love. *sigh* You are such a fruitcake, Barry. |
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"Whiplash" wrote in message oups.com... Matthew AKA NMR ( NO MORE RETAIL ) wrote: but we love him for it "cybercat" wrote in message ... so you agree im a fruitcake? lol it's a story about a woman who dreamed her lover had returned. I love how she opens the door in her dream I just thought it was nice and had some depth to it; what I really liked is how the young maiden was truthful. It's hard to find an honest woman Matt, if you got one, hold on to her. Good advice. I hope you find an honest fruitcake to share your life with, and soon. And that the two of you will have many little fruitcakes. Hell, send me one at Christmas. |
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Would you rather have a mouth full of nuts or fruit ;-o
"D." wrote in message ink.net... In article , "cybercat" wrote: But, yes, nuttier than a fruitcake. If fruitcakes are nutty, why aren't they called nutcakes? -- Web site: http://www.slywy.com/ Message board: http://www.slywy.com/phpBB2/ Journal: http://slywy.blogspot.com/ |
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"D." wrote in message ink.net... In article , "cybercat" wrote: But, yes, nuttier than a fruitcake. If fruitcakes are nutty, why aren't they called nutcakes? An excellent point! Then I could call Barry a nutcake and he would not think I was challenging his masculinity. :) Can't you just see him going " ... hey, wait a minute, I am no fruit!" |
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cybercat wrote: An excellent point! Then I could call Barry a nutcake and he would not think I was challenging his masculinity. :) Can't you just see him going " ... hey, wait a minute, I am no fruit!" oooooh ****! ooooooh baby |
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"Whiplash" wrote in message oups.com... cybercat wrote: An excellent point! Then I could call Barry a nutcake and he would not think I was challenging his masculinity. :) Can't you just see him going " ... hey, wait a minute, I am no fruit!" oooooh ****! ooooooh baby lol I love it when you call me baby. |
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