[Jim Moonan]

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We'd be remiss if this wasn't among these…


Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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[Tim McGrath]

If writers fail, it is because their words have "forked no lightning."

[Julie Steiner]

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

That bit always makes me think of this.

[Tim McGrath]

He might have been a Packer fan.

[Roger Slater]

To which his father says, "Dylan, make up your mind. Should I curse you, or should I bless you? Why do you insist on confusing a dying man?"

[Jim Moonan]

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My universe is cozy : )
Some say he was thinking only of himself.
Strange bedfellows this.
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