When you see that your friend has finally posted on the downs you scream, drop the
keyboard and run around the house for the next ten minutes screaming. [img]smilies/rolleyes.gif[/img]
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Before these fields were shorn and tilled,
Full to the brim our rivers flowed;
The melody of waters filled
The fresh and boundless wood,
And torrents dashed, and rivlets played,
And fountains spouted in the shade.
-Bryant
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