I found this poem on the net today. I thought it beautiful and fitting. I`d like to share it with you all. The authorship has apparently been hotly debated but those who have researched it believe it was written by a woman named Mary Frye in 1932. Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. I will always love you Mike. It is an honor to call you friend.

Would you like fries with that?

McGoo:

Is there really a guy playing the bass behind a curtain while you mime on stage?

I heard it was a guy behind the curtain playing a cuttlefish.

Reynald, pourrait vous recommande un vin français agréable que je pourrais servir au repas de Noël. Nous aurons un rosbif, un légumes et une bûche de Noël.

Thankyou pour est si patient avec mes tentatives pauvres à parler de français. ops:

La bonne chance demain dans votre vélo un thon. J'espère que vous puissiez voyager beaucoup de miles.

Reynald, j'ai apprécié devenir votre ami. Je suis content pour voir que vous visitant le conseil et rencontrant d'autres ventilateurs.

Reynald, I hope that Paul will read this board and come to France and perform for his fans there.

Bonjour Reynald, I hope you will visit the board more often

Hi Renald, I am glad to see you posting here on Pauls board. I wish I knew what you just said My French is very poor. did you say something about finding a bottle in the sea?