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Thread ID: 117559	2011-04-24 23:19:00	Monday Laughs Suspended	Billy T (70)	PC World Chat

Post ID	Timestamp	Content	User
1196783	2011-04-24 23:19:00	As matter of respect for the fallen, Monday Laughs will not appear until tomorrow. I'm sure you won't mind waiting and I'll try to make it worth your while. Billy	Billy T (70)
1196784	2011-04-25 00:20:00	As matter of respect for the fallen, Monday Laughs will not appear until tomorrow. I'm sure you won't mind waiting and I'll try to make it worth your while. Billy Excellent idea!!! LL	lakewoodlady (103)
1196785	2011-04-25 00:37:00	Here is a poem written on crete that my father had. Written by some one he knew there. Memories of Crete By G.R.Eldridge On A moutainous little island, Nestled in the Aegean Sea, By the dromes of Retimo, At Heraklion and Meleme, Are the graves of our fellow comrades, In dozens there they lie, Their death was the kind that only Gallant Soldiers die. On that mountainous little island, With its peaks all capped with snow, With its groves of olive trees, And grape vines row on row, From the ocean wreathed with white caps, To the mountains wreathed the same, Are the fields where they fought so bravely, They, who carried the Anzac's name. And we who were there, remember Those days of hell on Crete. And we hope that when our time comes, Those pals again we'll meet As we trudge along the road Of life that is left to be Our thoughts will often turn to them Who sleep, 'neath the olive tree.	mikebartnz (21)
1196786	2011-04-25 00:56:00	A very nice poem. Thanks.	Pato (2463)
1196787	2011-04-25 06:45:00	Shades Of Memory Beyond they lie, the silent shades of war The young, the many, downed before their years 'Twas ours the freedom dearly bargained for They gave their lives; we've naught to give but tears In battle fallen, taken far from home No dawning bugler's strain across a town Nor round of flowers 'neath symbolic stone The greatest wreath the one laid six feet down Now long removed from distant times of strife We mark our days with current unimport But lest the years should claim another life Do not forget the souls that war stopped short At ANZAC dawn we gather to recall The price of freedom, paid by those who fall	Erayd (23)
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