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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2017 18:45:43 GMT -5
Sitting, pacing thinking and thinking some more.
More pacing, holding and turning looking at every angle.
The desire is strong to mod but nothing comes to mind.
The shank says fix the split on my top.
The bottom says fix me so I can sit straight and square.
The pipe as whole says fix me, smoke me, make me feel right.
We tried for a new shank twice with nothing but cracks. We have to try again to make it nice.
The bit my fellow has to be of yellow and a bend without that filter fellow.
Make me pleasant a brown or tan so I bring a smile to the fellow.
Make me smooth to his hand as he caresses my line.
Make my bowl to last, so a fine soft smoke I can give.
I am the pipe the odd shaped pipe a pipe like no other.
I am yours my friend.
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Post by Lady Margaret on Jul 14, 2017 18:56:39 GMT -5
very cool!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2017 0:33:13 GMT -5
No way could I come up with that.
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Post by Artistik on Jul 15, 2017 10:38:17 GMT -5
Cool.
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Post by bonanzadriver on Jul 15, 2017 14:02:17 GMT -5
Nice work John.
Several years back I found myself sitting up in my V-tail Bonanza @ 12,000 ft, in and out of the clouds on a beautiful day and came up with this...
The Air Up There
"Mortal man does sit and stare, does wonder with all his might
To contemplate the air up there, to most would surely fright
The air up there seems oh so rare, unseen, untouched, unknown
What could be in the air up there, if only one were shown
The air up there most surely rare, tis sweet, tis clear, tis pure
Should one be in the air up there, ones heart might not endure
The dreams of man since time began, to float, to fly, to soar
To feel Gods wonder, his beauty and might, to see from where rains pour
To gaze ever upward as one does walk, or shuffle as one looks down
The difference plainly clear to all, must be Heaven they have found
To think it, to dare it, to do it, absurd, one would most surely fail
But if one should taste the air up there, if one were to pierce the veil
Then Angels they now would surely be, a realm that was once only theirs
Now known to mortals, if this be true, their secrets they must have shared
How wonderful is the air up here, divine, sublime, surreal
So wonderful is the air up here, tis ecstasy one does feel"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2017 14:59:22 GMT -5
Very nice Dino. Very deep who would thought.
An Angles kiss could bring together all that is amiss.
A clouds light whether light or dark can bring joy and happiness for the day.
A voice the sound anew, a childs sound renews a bygone time.
A smell opens a well of old forgotten times of youth and desire for the new.
With our sight we see, our ears we hear, we touch we feel. With these we know our world.
With the heart we under stand the kiss of the Angles. With the heart brings forth the soul to guide us on this journey. The heart brings us to live the life we choose or the strength to change.
We reach for the top of the hill, we gaze at where we been. Then we choose a path to do it again.
Got lost in an old place
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