Hello everyone. I'm back here under my own name. I was formerly Milly Jones. Lovely to see old friends posting as before. Looking forward to keeping in touch again.
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Hello and welcome back, Beverlyc - look forward to reading your posts. (Great to see you jumping in at the deep end with Camus, too!)[FONT=Comic Sans MS][I][B]Numquam Satis![/B][/I][/FONT] -
Welcome back beverleyc. always good to see old friends again.Don’t cry for me
I go where music was born
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So you've left Milly in the market place - Life goes on....Originally posted by Brassbandmaestro View Post
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"NO FEAR" - as they sayOriginally posted by ferneyhoughgeliebte View Post
But until you've been controversial on The Choir, Beverlyc, you've seen nothing!
It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.Comment
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Originally posted by french frank View Post"NO FEAR" - as they say But until you've been controversial on The Choir, Beverlyc, you've seen nothing!
Don’t cry for me
I go where music was born
J S Bach 1685-1750Comment
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Not exactly difficult: you've only got to use the words "I like ... "and they're pushing against each other to cast the first stone!Originally posted by french frank View Post
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Stoned contributers to the Choir board - the mind boggles, literally!Originally posted by ferneyhoughgeliebte View PostNot exactly difficult: you've only got to use the words "I like ... "and they're pushing against each other to cast the first stone!
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What other excuse do they have?Comment
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... o, it goes back a long way. A long way before the interweb ...Originally posted by jean View Post
They met and they talked where the crossroads meet,
Four men from the four winds come,
And they talked of the horse, for they loved the theme,
And never a man was dumb.
The man from the North loved the strength of the horse,
And the man from the East his pace,
And the man from the South loved the speed of the horse,
And the man from the West his grace.
So these four men from the four winds come,
Each paused a space in his course
And smiled in the face of his fellow man
And lovingly talked of the horse.
Then each man parted and went his way
As their different courses ran;
And each man journeyed with peace in his heart
And loving his fellow man.
They met the next year where the crossroads meet,
Four men from the four winds come;
And it chanced as they met that they talked of God,
And never a man was dumb.
One imagined God in the shape of a man.
A spirit did one insist.
One said that nature itself was God.
One said that he didn’t exist.
They lashed each other with tongues that stung,
That smote as with a rod;
Each glared in the face of his fellow man,
And wrathfully talked of God.
Then each man parted and went his way,
As their different courses ran;
And each man journeyed with wrath in his heart,
And hating his fellow manComment
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Good to see you back!Best regards,
JonathanComment
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That was MollyOriginally posted by cloughie View PostSo you've left Milly in the market place - Life goes on....Comment
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