I nominate this poem in honour of our lovely list and I know that whatever happens, we'll stick together. 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's glint on the snow. I am the gentle autumn's rain, I am the sunlight on ripened grain. When you waken to the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling 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. --- Anonymous Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. --Jason "And in the rapture and the charm Came the tranquil and the calm" +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+