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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 11:40 am
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Author: Henry David Thoreau Born: 1817 Died: 1863
Gentle river, gentle river Swift as glides thy stream along, Many a bold Canadian voyageur, Bravely swelled the gay chanson
Thus of old our valiant fathers, Many a lagging year agone Gliding oer the rippling waters, Taught to banish care in song.
Now the sun's behind the willows, Now he gleams along the lake, Hark across the bounding billows Liquid songs the echoes wake.
Rise Apollo up before us, E'ne the lark's begun her lay Let us all in deafning chorus Praise the glorious king of day.
Thus we lead a life of pleasure, Thus we while the hours away, Thus we revel beyond measure, Gaily live we while we may.
( this is just to see if any one gets my joke)
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 7:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 7:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 3:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 7:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 2:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 3:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 7:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 4:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 6:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 10:03 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 4:13 pm
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