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as far as frontiers go, there is the mind, the oceans and there is space, as far as points on a compass, there are four, then eight and there are sixteen, Of three hundred and sixty.  On Earth. Take your compass to the ocean deep, leave it there and let the pressure creep inside for if the needle points right it will be a miracle, a crushing miracle. Antares.  The first time heard I this name it was on the self-same Star Trek.  Logic escapes me right now, for logic escaped us all, when he left. Antares. A bottle of Shiraz from Chile, would you raise a glass of anything tonight and wish one another to "live long and prosper" Antares.  Fill a portion of space, look close no, you won't see his face, nor even the face of God.  Some mysteries still need logic to solve. Even through a four finger "V" Antares.  Meet me there bring your glass and a telescope, a star chart and the dvd pack of every episode, we will set the table and a place for every crew member                                               and remember to leave one for the science officer, Spock. Turn the lights low and with the remote control just hit play and stare out to space, sublime one final frontier, one final time.
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
Antares
as far as frontiers go, there is the mind, the oceans and there is space, as far as points on a compass, there are four, then eight and there are sixteen, Of three hundred and sixty.  On Earth. Take your compass to the ocean deep, leave it there and let the pressure creep inside for if the needle points right it will be a miracle, a crushing miracle. Antares.  The first time heard I this name it was on the self-same Star Trek.  Logic escapes me right now, for logic escaped us all, when he left. Antares. A bottle of Shiraz from Chile, would you raise a glass of anything tonight and wish one another to "live long and prosper" Antares.  Fill a portion of space, look close no, you won't see his face, nor even the face of God.  Some mysteries still need logic to solve. Even through a four finger "V" Antares.  Meet me there bring your glass and a telescope, a star chart and the dvd pack of every episode, we will set the table and a place for every crew member                                               and remember to leave one for the science officer, Spock. Turn the lights low and with the remote control just hit play and stare out to space, sublime one final frontier, one final time.
COPD,  I have a friend who has been diagnosed with this disease, worked in a garage his whole life, exhausted and exhaust fumes, he is have a struggle and his is not end stage.
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
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