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There are two types of people in this world: those who take life seriously and those who get the joke.

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travisjhall
Jul. 24th, 2007 07:07 am (UTC)

There are two types of people in this world: those who divide people into two groups, and those who don't.

halloranelder
Jul. 24th, 2007 07:17 am (UTC)
There are 10 types of people in this world...
travisjhall
Jul. 24th, 2007 08:28 am (UTC)

There are three types of people in this world: those who can count, and those who can't.

halloranelder
Jul. 24th, 2007 08:29 am (UTC)
There are two types of people in this world: those who have focus, and those... ohh! Shiney!
ozisim
Jul. 24th, 2007 02:44 pm (UTC)
those who understand binary jokes, and those who don't.
delwyn
Jul. 24th, 2007 07:31 am (UTC)
There are too many smartarses in this world...

*grin*
ozisim
Jul. 24th, 2007 02:28 pm (UTC)
ahhh!
goddit.
thanks.
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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