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Date: 01-02-88 13:11
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From: Jeff Bordeaux
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To: ~<7E>?<3F>
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Subj: The Moonpool (pt 1)
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THE MOONPOOL
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It is a lazy, restful time
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here in the forest glade.
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The sun is departing, the stars arriving
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and the trees are a darkening jade.
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An air of buzzing, drowsing stillness
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invades the meadow, lends weight to my head
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as I settle down - bedroll, backpack
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and strains of music are seemingly played.
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A deep, cool, dark pool is here,
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mirror clear, reflections of skies,
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as peace fills my mind, my soul
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and sleep gently touches my eyes.
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I know not whether I was awake, or in dream
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or how much time had passed,
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when I felt the magic of this place
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camped there, upon the grass.
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No sounds - no crickets? (The Music!)
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As the Moon awakens the pool, so bright.
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Why this anticipation, premonition,
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this magical feeling, this ghost haunted night?
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Then, a siamese cat enters the meadow-
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silver grey, regal compusure, flowing lines.
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And somehow I know - I see intelligence
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and wit, and power, as she looks into my eyes.
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How does she speak without speaking?
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But somehow, she communicates good will, and cheer.
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'Stay quiet, childe of man.', she says.
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'Be still - you are but a guest here.'
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--- QuickBBS v2.03
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* Origin: InterVisioN "The ParaNormal Connection" 603-547-6485 HST
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