Hey JC...the horse is:

FAOL Community Sound Off
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Rocinante… that I should be so presumptive as to advise you; I know not why? But I couldn’t let it go past my good man; save only to acknowledge that I, with mine own eyes, and in faithful servitude, did read upon your sage pontification. And therby have been greatly improved in spirit:razz:… either that or I was having a flash back from the '80s thinking about a song by the band RUSH called Cygnus X-1 (SHout out to all the Canadian folks):wink:

JC, I’m afraid you have a touch of cabin fever…we need to get you on the water my good man.:stuck_out_tongue:

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“Ah ha; such an appellation, indeed, ‘Rocinante.’” :slight_smile:

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You really don’t send that stuff out into a vacume.

I for one appreciated it:shock:, and I’m just getting to know you

Thanks for all you and the Lady do.

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Ok, appreciation is one thing, that’s fine, but if ever you feel you may be starting to understand my scribblings, you should be perhaps apprehensive of any in ‘little white coats and nets.’ More later, just busted my crayola.

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There is a fine line between Genious and Insanity:p

…and I trip over that line all the time

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What, NO mention of the “virtuous” Dulcinea (sp)?, and Sancho (sp)?

Mark
JC: Love the “busted my crayola” . Shows you ain’t lost it YET.

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He’s sure working on it Mark S

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“Ah, ‘DUL-sen-KNEE-a,’ she darts so swiftly through my memory that I have even forgotten which one of us gets tied up,” he said as he mounted his trusty steed and laying a finger aside of his nose, he turned with a jerk an up the chim,
Rats, I have done it again. :frowning:

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The camel died quite suddenly on the second day, and Selena fretted sulkily and, buffing her already impeccable nails–not for the first time since the journey began–pondered snidely if this would dissolve into a vignette of minor inconveniences like all the other holidays spent with Basil.

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Praying for guidance: http://features.cgsociety.org/newgallerycrits/g80/193080/193080_1180812449_large.jpg
Doug

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Inspiration for my next ‘Fish-In.’

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I thought the name of the horse was Mr. Ed? Guess I am a bit confused. Sorry Ed.:confused::smiley:

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Nothing like being surrounded by ‘Culture Vultures.’ :slight_smile:

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Eric, You aren’t confused! :smiley:

http://www.code7r.org/inquiz/0602/images/mr_ed.jpg
Doug

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See that. Dougie and me dood it again.:wink:

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Who’s there?
Sam and Janet.
Sam and Janet who?

Sam n janet evening, you will meet a stranger…

I heard that about 40 years ago after seeing “The man from La Mancha”. Nowadays no one seems to know what I’m talking about when I do that knock knock joke. I finally found a venue for it. Happy New Year. Jim

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there aren’t that many know who DQ was either. I know some people who read FAOL are shaking their heads thinking we are all nuts (opps, well aside from that) because there is no frame of reference. If no one exposes them to these things they have no way of knowing.
What a shame, we know what they are missing!

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I thought Don Quixote was a Gordon Lightfoot song:

Through the woodland, through the valley
Comes a horseman wild and free
Tilting at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young horseman be
He is wild but he is mellow
He is strong but he is weak
He is cruel but he is gentle
He is wise but he is meek

Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a battered book into his hand
Standing like a prophet bold
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
Till he can shout no more

I have come o’er moor and mountain
Like the hawk upon the wing
I was once a shining knight
Who was the guardian of a king

I have searched the whole world over
Looking for a place to sleep
I have seen the strong survive
And I have seen the lean grown weak

See the children of the earth
Who wake to find the table bare
See the gentry in the country
Riding off to take the air

Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a rusty sword into his hand
Then striking up a knightly pose
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
Till he can shout no more

See the jailer with his key
Who locks away all trace of sin
See the judge upon the bench
Who tries the case as best he can

See the wise and wicked ones
Who feed upon life’s sacred fire
See the soldier with his gun
Who must be dead to be admired

See the man who tips the needle
See the man who buys and sells
See the man who puts the collar
On the ones who dare not tell

See the drunkard in the tavern
Stemming gold to make ends meet
See the youth in ghetto black
Condemned to life upon the street

Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a tarnished cross into his hand
Then standing like a preacher now
He shouts across the ocean to the shore

Then in a blaze of tangled hooves
He gallops off across the dusty plain
In vain to search again
Where no one will hear

Through the woodland, through the valley
Comes a horseman wild and free
Tilting at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young horseman be
He is wild but he is mellow
He is strong but he is weak
He is cruel but he is gentle
He is wise but he is meek

when the old knight rode
his spirit faltered not
were i to shoulder such a task
i fear twould be forgot
a peer of william shakespear
miguel de cervantes saavedra
who knew a prison chain
from a heart string
was don quixotes ghost
or creator as you wish
when the old knight rode
he was not afraid to bleed
for me to take on such a load
is more than i should need
but from my drift of song
shall come
a bit of that old spirit there
whether it be strings or chains
that bind you
i hope this finds you
well
through the woodland
through the valley
comes a horseman wild and free
tilting at the windmills passing
who can the brave young
horseman be
he is wild but he is mellow
he is strong but he is weak
he is cruel but he is gentle
he is wise but he is meek

gl