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05-01-2004, 10:28 AM
"Time is not a river but a sea."
"Great morning shot in your DC-3"
"That looks like Meigs, I says to thee"
"Great poem and shot LVBer123"


05-01-2004, 10:32 AM
Wow, good job! :-lol
Thanks for the comment. :-jumpy

05-01-2004, 10:32 AM
I love both the poem and the shot, stunning!


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05-01-2004, 10:33 AM
Getting all artistic with inspiration from FS9, Joe? :-lol

Great poem and shots! :D

05-01-2004, 10:43 AM
And that's a plane I like to see.....

This is very beautiful, DAK and poem!! THANKS!

05-01-2004, 08:40 PM
Phil - don't get me wrong this is a pretty nice sim ;)

Peer, you're welcome :)

And so...
as the sun sets...
I think about the day...
My brain is cutting off right now...
and wandring far astray.

Some people say,
It's hard to live,
a hard day without perspire,
Now you see,
As you come to be,
you're being's much desired.

05-01-2004, 09:02 PM
Awesome shot and nice poetry :)

05-01-2004, 09:33 PM
Nice poem and pic!

05-01-2004, 09:53 PM
and time is traveled far and near
sometimes blurry like peer after too many beers :+ :-lol

no really joe....thats a great poem!! i really like it...and the shot too!!! :D very philosiphical!!!

hey if you are into philpsophy, i recomend a movie called "Waking Life" it really makes you think....kinda loco :-lol but its really one of the best movies ive seen!

ok monseiur joe great post!!! :D

take care,


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but i guarantee that i will spark the brain
that will change the world." -2pac

05-01-2004, 11:30 PM

Excellent poetry and image to accompany it!

05-02-2004, 10:01 AM
Thanks everyone :-wave

And Dave, you're poem is true!

03-18-2005, 08:45 AM
Time is not a river but a sea,
Holding all that was and is to be.
It is the mind that moves across the story,
Racing with the wind upon its glory,
Tracing through the will one's destiny.
Years shimmer in their drowned eternity.

The problem is, of course, identity,
Having the impression we are free.
Remember that the Earth does not seem round.
Each eve the sun sinks slowly towards the ground,
Even as we choose to take our tea,
Time is not a river but a sea.