Hi. This is the meow-send program at usenet. I'm afraid I wasn't able to
deliver any clue to the following address: jda000111@hotmail.com
"JeanneDArc~"
This is a permanent error; I've given up. Sorry it didn't work out.

: Amasing good! The best on the cd
: Thanks.
: I am a dickhead, and it felt good.

such foul language, jeanne. I am shocked @ j00.

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: JDA~today
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: Mon Dieu, what a great voice, how it was never known -
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: Differently as the nation's voice who has, with each day, grown.
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: Loud appear me this one, and elsewhere endless silent,
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: In humility I will wait, just because' skies want it!
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: Oh my sky talked to me; the wind was his grand voice,
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: And now in hands of the enemies, only silence is my choice
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: Where are my loyal angels and where is my loyal fold?
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: My king is the most silent, while England counts his gold.
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: Oh wind, transfer my senses, and bring them home to mother
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: And let her feel and think that my heart was never gone
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: Scatter my soul into the forests; make me drink my fill,
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: And back, let me hear one last time, how daddy the field till.
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: Deep behind my eyelids, I see my home - no case,
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: The scene was changing all the time, but not the place
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: Still I hear the ring of the bells, how I was loved its tone,
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: Its clear sound flowed like a river, in my soul deepest ground.
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: Oh God how I still love, the profundity of my home,
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: I remember and longing, how I slept in my small room
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: The setting sun sitting in state, on my father's golden ears,
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: It breaks my heart, the notion, that I'll never see them again.
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: All my lovely flower beds and forest tree's so sinewy,
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: Never will I see them again, my cosy home since infancy
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: Never again will I admire, the far away mountains
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: Which were kissed by the snow-white clouds.
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: With their grand and lovely summits
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: Here in cold captivity, sleeping with heavy chains,
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: Between all the frightened attendants, which are only waits
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: Until I lay down in dreams, home in daddy's garden,
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: Where I started my long way, where my voices spoke
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: Oh great Lord, I beg you, let me, when I have to sleep,
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: Feel my home wind a last time, at the pasture by my sheep.
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: Oh great Lord, I beg you, let me, when I have to expire,
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: See my mountains a last time, and my golden pasture.
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: No, this great voice was never known...

--
Steve Leyland
mhm32x16 Smeeter#24 WSD#41
flower: three 6 four 9 five 8 eight 9
em ess en: my 1st name at purgatory dot org
Alcatroll Labs Inc (bongwater maintenance dept)

=^MEOW MEOW ARMY^=

Vast and fearsome as the human scene has become, personal contact of
the right people, in the right places, at the right time, may yet have
a potent and valuable part to play in the cause of peace which is in
our hearts. - Sir Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill
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"My suggestion is to completely ignore idiots like Leland. They are the
lowest form of pond scum. People like him have tried unsuccessfully in
the past to disrupt the newsgroup. The best medicine is to completely
ignore them. As I'm sure you'll see, they're most intelligent response
is to yell nasty names. Other than that, they have nothing."

JG, netKKKop, alt.sailing.asa
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"Warning to all:
Steve Leyland is a trolling twat of the highest order. Killfile the
muppet now and move on. Even the briefest of searches on his past
UseNet posts will reveal the truth. You have been warned. *plonk*"

Bear, netKKKop, uk.rec.motorcycles
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"I didn't delete any part of your meaningless, pointless, worthless
post in order to clearly demonstrate that you are the nemesis of
Usenet: the crossposting, non-editing, diagram-creating worthless,
dickless, brainless, gutless, mindless, ball-less, spineless, flaccid,
obese, fish-belly pale, ugly, VD-ridden, moronic, bald, hunch-backed,
flat-footed, odoriferous, obnoxious, fecal-smelling, buck-toothed,
physically handicapped, fungus-infected, HIV positive, mud-packing,
masturbating, whining, simpering, self-important, arrogant, egomaniacal
POS that takes up more bandwidth than a despicable binary-poster, and
for no apparent reason beyond seeing his own defecatory vomitus
slithering down the screen in vile green rivulets."

Admiral Halsey, alt.sailing.asa
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"I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut
And "Thou shalt not," writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires."

William Blake.
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"When the Earth has been ravaged and the animals are dying, a tribe of
people from all races, creeds and colours shall put their faith in
deeds, not words, and make the land green again. They shall be known as
Warriors of the Rainbow, protectors of the environment."

Native American prophecy

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