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01-03-2009, 08:13 AM
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Quote:
Originally Posted by spose
30 days hath September, April, June, and November. All the rest have 31, except February, which has 90. 
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Yaaaaaaaaaa....that sums it up well! It sure feels like that some winters.
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01-03-2009, 12:11 PM
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It's all about the buttah.....
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Join Date: Oct 2008
Location: Sittin' on the rocks at the bay...
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Wonderful post MBM~!!! Speaks for all of us who enjoy and find amazement in this thing called winter. Very eloquent! 
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01-03-2009, 12:22 PM
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Join Date: Jan 2009
Location: downeast
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we live downeast in a fishing family. winter is defined by two things, when the traps are up and basketball season.
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01-03-2009, 01:50 PM
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See ya'll in the Spring
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Join Date: Aug 2007
Location: WV and Eastport Maine
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Yep, basketball is really big in Washington County - soccer too!
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01-03-2009, 05:03 PM
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Tournaments are next month!
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01-04-2009, 02:54 PM
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Join Date: Sep 2007
Location: Northern Maine
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The best thing about this weather is that you can clean up after the dog with a 9 iron.
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01-04-2009, 05:24 PM
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"Standing On the Side of Love"
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Join Date: Oct 2007
Location: Maine
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The minimalist poet Wallace Stevens, wrote a poem that captures the zen of winter.....being present in the moment without interpretation or seeking meaning.....just being at one with the cold.
The Snow Man
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is. "
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01-04-2009, 05:55 PM
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~ Friends are kisses blown to us by angels. ~
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Join Date: Aug 2006
Location: Maine
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01-04-2009, 06:40 PM
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Location: Maine
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Good to know, as our Great Pyr leaves great presents!!  
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