Hey Marshall. you old sonofsgun. Have not talked in while. So I am just saying High, and thats not aquestion....lol
Talk to you soon,
Larry

maybe i'll tell you about last night when i went to jail....

I have a suspicion that you are actually e.e. cummings risen from the grave to discuss The Beatles with us. Is it so?

the daffodils for mairi
in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me

do you know he hardly ever titled his poems??????


love is the every only god
  who spoke this earth so glad and big
  even a thing all small and sad
  man,may his mighty briefness dig

  for love beginning means return
  seas who could sing so deep and strong

  one queerying wave will whitely yeam
  from each last shore and home come young

  so truly perfectly the skies
  by merciful love whispered were,
  completes its brightness with your eyes

  any illimitable star

Quoted from RICKENBACKER325

Hey Marshall. you old sonofsgun. Have not talked in while. So I am just saying High, and thats not aquestion....lol
Talk to you soon,
Larry

hello larry...i hope you and yours are well....

Here just to say Good Night Marshall and good morning to me  

good morning sir......i am going to bed.....how do you take your coffee???

I had my tea, now I'm going to work )))

My favourite:  

it may not always be so;and i say
that if your lips,which i have loved,should touch
another's,and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart,as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such a silence as i know,or such
great writhing words as,uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;
  
if this should be,i say if this should be-
you of my heart,send me a little word;
that i may go unto him,and take his hands,
saying,Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face,and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.

i love the imagery that his poems conjure up in the minds eye.....he had a gift....