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01 Jan 100 ????? Gee, THAT'S why I feel very old and sick this morning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
regards from the Guiness impaired
Darryl
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Nunquam obliviscar
Not here are the goblets glowing,
Not here is the vintage sweet;
'Tis cold as our hearts are growing,
And dark as the doom we meet.
But stand to your glasses, steady!
And soon shall our pulses rise:
A cup to the dead already-
Hurrah for the next that dies!
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