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Do we know this person?
Thu, 13 Dec 2007 15:25:32 GMT
Did British socialite give birth to Adolf Hitler's love child...and is he
alive in the UK today? Who is he/she?
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=501638&in_page_id=1770
If the theory holds true, then the Fuhrer's son or daughter could still be
living in somewhere in B ...
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Re: Screamingwitch?
Thu, 13 Dec 2007 15:25:07 GMT
Did British socialite give birth to Adolf Hitler's love child...and is he
alive in the UK today? Who is he/she?
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=501638&in_page_id=1770
If the theory holds true, then the Fuhrer's son or daughter could still be
living in somewhere in B ...
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Masonic Cult and Evil
Wed, 12 Dec 2007 04:57:03 -0800
News on former recorder John Hugh Fryer-Spedding has just emerged. More on
these matters later.
http://www.perceptions.couk.com/maur3.txt
http://www.mason-rule.bizhosting.com
http://www.masonsatwork.50megs.com
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Mike's chucked Judith!
Tue, 11 Dec 2007 21:26:05 +0000
On Tue, 11 Dec 2007 13:11:12 -0800 (PST), "judith.lea"
<judith.lea99@googlemail.com> wrote:
>I'm all out of depth and emotion Val, time for bed.
Was it Mike's wife, or your husband that found out about you two?
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The Vacant Day
Tue, 11 Dec 2007 21:19:40 +0000
As I did walk in meadows green
I heard the summer noon resound
With call of myriad things unseen
That leapt and crept upon the ground.
High overhead the windless air
Throbbed with the homesick coursing cry
Of swallows that did everywhere
Wake echo in the sky.
Beside me, too, clear waters coursed
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The Reawakening
Tue, 11 Dec 2007 21:19:39 +0000
Green in light are the hills, and a calm wind flowing
Filleth the void with a flood of the fragrance of Spring;
Wings in this mansion of life are coming and going,
Voices of unseen loveliness carol and sing.
Coloured with buds of delight the boughs are swaying,
Beauty walks in the woods, and wherever sh ...
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The Three Strangers
Tue, 11 Dec 2007 21:19:38 +0000
Far are those tranquil hills,
Dyed with fair evening's rose;
On urgent, secret errand bent,
A traveller goes.
Approach him strangers three,
Barefooted, cowled; their eyes
Scan the lone, hastening solitary
With dumb surmise.
One instant in close speech
With them he doth confer:
God-sped, h ...
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Dust To Dust
Tue, 11 Dec 2007 21:19:38 +0000
Heavenly Archer, bend thy bow;
Now the flame of life burns low,
Youth is gone; I, too, would go.
Even Fortune leads to this:
Harsh or kind, at last she is
Murderess of all ecstasies.
Yet the spirit, dark, alone,
Bound in sense, still hearkens on
For tidings of a bliss foregone.
Sleep is well for dream ...
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Clear Eyes
Tue, 11 Dec 2007 21:19:37 +0000
Clear eyes do dim at last,
And cheeks outlive their rose.
Time, heedless of the past,
No loving-kindness knows;
Chill unto mortal lip
Still Lethe flows.
Griefs, too, but brief while stay,
And sorrow, being o'er,
Its salt tears shed away,
Woundeth the heart no more.
Stealthily lave those water ...
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The Fool's Song
Tue, 11 Dec 2007 21:19:37 +0000
Never, no never, listen too long,
To the chattering wind in the willow, the night bird's song.
'Tis sad in sooth to lie under the grass,
But none too gladsome to wake and grow cold where life's shadows pass.
Dumb the old Toll-Woman squats,
And, for every green copper battered and worn, doles out ...
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