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<p><p><p>As I look up at the sky</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>My mind starts trippin'</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>A tear drops my eye</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Do not go gentle into that good night,</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Old age should burn and rave at close of day;</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Though wise men at their end know dark is right,</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Because their words had forked no lightning they</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Do not go gentle into that good night.</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Do not go gentle into that good night.</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>And you, my father, there on the sad height,</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Do not go gentle into that good night.</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>High Flight</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Of sun-split clouds -- and done a hundred things</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>You have not dreamed of -- wheeled and soared and swung</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>My eager craft through footless halls of air.</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Up, up the long, delirious burning blue,</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Where never lark, or even eagle flew.</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>The high untresspassed sanctity of space,</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Phil, text me something. I got a new phone and don't think I have your number right.</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>You have some wild ideas, but they're interesting! <img src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/tongue.png" alt=":P" srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/tongue@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /></p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Were you born in Virginia? I was, in Waynesboro there too. Lived in two towns my entire life, and both are named Waynesboro.</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>The Jack Honey is to me, a lot better! Has all the "qualities" of the original (a long-time nemesis...) but it's a good bit sweeter, from the honey liqueur. I can see where it'd be an acquired taste... but I LOVE it!</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>rage</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>.</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Yeah, I can't stand it either. <img src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/tongue.png" alt=":P" srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/tongue@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /> I just want it for the few people who still don't get it.</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>You've got to say "I'm a human being, God Dammit! My life has VALUE!"</p></p></p>

<p><p><p>Thank SammyBirdland for the secret code. I got it off of him in the game threads. <img src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/tongue.png" alt=":P" srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/tongue@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /></p></p></p>