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November 7th, Pine Creek

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Lynne:
Yes, thank you Chrissi for resurrecting this thread.  As I go about my daily business, it'll be nice to keep Jack and Ennis in my heart.  And thank you for Auden's poem, Paul - a propos.  I love you all.
-Lynne

iwishiknew:
Am I allowed to share here what I've already posted on DVF? If not and it's removed I'll understand. Otherwise:

mvansand76:

--- Quote from: iwishiknew on November 07, 2007, 11:54:08 am ---This struck me the same way at first, SdSSS. But I've found it a  common practice  among young and under-educated adults not skilled in letter writing to do this. On second reading I found it sweet somehow. For what it's worth, I believe Annie for the thousandth  zillionth  :-* time demonstrated her total understanding of her characters.

But isn't that part of the wonder of Brokeback? Even a simple signature opens our hearts and set our minds to thinking.
Again, just my take on it. Not more valid than yours or anyone else's.




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Welcome to Bettermost, IwishIknew!  :-*

Mel (easier than snavel del snork snater snuit LOL)

Front-Ranger:
Here's my contribution, and sing this merrily, like an Irish jig!!

"Oh muffle your drums, then play your fifes merrily
Play the Dead March as you go along
And fire your guns right over my coffin,
There goes an unfortunate boy to his home."

"It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing
Once in the saddle I used to go gay,
First down to the dram-house and then to the card house
Got shot in the breast, I am dying today."

"Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin,
Get six pretty maidens to carry my pall,
Put bunches of roses all over my coffin,
Put roses to deaden the clods as they fall."

"Then swing your rope slowly, and rattle your spurs lowly,
And give a wild whoop as you carry me along,
And in the grave throw me and roll the sod o'er me
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong."

"Go bring me a cup, a cup of cold water
To cool my parched lips," the cowboy said;
Before I turned, the spirit had left him
And gone to its Giver --- the cowboy was dead.

We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly,
And bitterly wept as we bore him along,
For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young and handsome,
We all loved our comrade although he'd done wrong."

Shakesthecoffecan:
Crying again...

My tears for you,
Will never end.
Where I bravely go
Thru the world,
Our secret safe inside
My heart.

Betrayed only
When I remember
Your face,
Your smile,
Your laugh,
And that your gone.

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