My old sig featured a haunting melody that helped get our choir straight ones for the UIL competition:
Quote:
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The waters move so freely and know us by name. Their course is oft unseemly, whose choices show no shame. An ebb and flow sublime, erasing every line of all the images in time. Feel the waters running at your feet, taste the stream its flavor bittersweet. Water so warm, pure as of gold; yet when we touch turns cold.
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Now I have an excerpt from a book I'm reading called
The Cat with an Emerald Eye. I think it's a little witty. And "Purr of Power" is the phrase of the day!
I also got a pic to match. [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]
[ July 09, 2003: Message edited by: Nevfeniel ]