sinistral
Lovely, Happy & Gorgeous!
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Post by sinistral on Mar 11, 2012 0:31:20 GMT
Hi all. As some of you know...I recently returned to post here because Trubbs had joined my board and given me some much needed support. I felt the least I could do was pitch up here and return the compliment. However, after going away for a week, I returned to discover Trubbs had deleted her account. No one seems to know why. She certainly left me no word of explanation. Very odd.
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Post by trubble on Mar 12, 2012 0:21:57 GMT
I'm sorry, Sin. It was just something of nothing or nuffink. A misunderstanding, really, and not worth a flounce. I was obviously just in that sort of a mood. Actually, I forgot I deleted there, and I'm a bit embarrassed by that stupid thread that got put up about it.
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Post by riotgrrl on Mar 16, 2012 13:51:40 GMT
What board are we talking about? I've sort of lost track of all the Proboards boards since I got sucked into the dark death star of laddishness that is GWD . .
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Post by jean on Mar 16, 2012 19:23:15 GMT
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Post by housesparrow on Mar 16, 2012 19:54:00 GMT
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Post by trubble on Mar 16, 2012 20:59:22 GMT
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart's core. [/center]
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Post by everso on Mar 17, 2012 0:00:43 GMT
What board are we talking about? I've sort of lost track of all the Proboards boards since I got sucked into the dark death star of laddishness that is GWD . . I'll say. A veritable black hole, frankly. If only they'd all stand still long enough for me to get to know them. They change their names like they (presumably) change their underpants and it gets very confusing.
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Post by Patrick on Mar 17, 2012 2:01:34 GMT
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart's core. [/center] [/quote] Me too!
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Post by trubble on Mar 17, 2012 14:45:57 GMT
When we retire, Patrick...when we retire... and we'll let Giant come along too. Just the three of us! (Wait. One of you can cook, right?)
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Post by Patrick on Mar 17, 2012 17:56:17 GMT
When we retire, Patrick...when we retire... and we'll let Giant come along too. Just the three of us! (Wait. One of you can cook, right?) Yup. That'll be me.....
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Post by revisedartlily on Apr 7, 2012 0:03:20 GMT
Hello!!! I haven't been here for ages, are you all well?
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Post by everso on Apr 10, 2012 19:25:00 GMT
We're all fine, Lil. We all check in here a few times a week. Our serious debating, where we get into arguments, is done on other boards but we return here for comfort (a bit like putting on a pair of old slippers after tottering around on high heels all day really).
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Post by aubrey on Apr 13, 2012 18:25:44 GMT
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart's core. [/center] [/quote] Me too! [/quote] I once saw a thing that said he didn't know much about cultivation, if he thought that 9 bean rows would be anything like enough.
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