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Solve : How do you alter your post??

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If you look at my posts at the bottom you will see Sylvester chasing
Tweety Bird -Thanks to JPH.

Is there a way to put that at the top of the post instead of the bottom?I could stand to be corrected , but I believe that's the way it's designed to work.

dl65Thank You dl65.I know your most likely correct.

Just a what if.. I guess.

RobertLol ...... What ifs are allowed .


dl65  If you want it at the top of your post, you'll need to insert it on a post-by-post basis. Quote

If you want it at the top of your post, you'll need to insert it on a post-by-post basis.

Thanks but, No Thanks. :-?

I appreciate the information guys.
Can you use the discussions in the "upside down MONITOR thread" ? ?

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Can you use the discussions in the "upside down monitor thread" ? ?

 

Ahh Touché patio. I could have just stood on my head all this time.

What was I thinking!  SNAP!........Not comfortable but,What a view.

Everyone should try this.


street1 bows to the great 'patio'and humbled he crawls away.

Then he silently says the quoth..........................Nevermor e!

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'

and SNAP!

The house-dog he flees after me—why was I born a cat ?

http://www.cs.umbc.edu/~evans/hollow.html
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The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And AVOID speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
T. S. Eliot -The Hollow Men- 81 years ago and he keeps getting better.

                                         Evangeline
                               Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth


THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices SAD and prophetic,
Stand like HARPERS hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it
Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers --
  

Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands,
Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven?
Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed!
Scattered like dust and leaves, when the MIGHTY blasts of October
Seize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean.
Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand-Pre.
Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient,
Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion,
List to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines of the forest;
List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the happy.

                            


                                Better than Beavis and Butthead I reckon.
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Much.

Agreed..
Hey people ....... Please tell me what the last five posts have to do with the original question ?
The odd joke or whatever is one thing but the rest are  simply non related .


dl65  
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Hey people ....... Please tell me what the last five posts have to do with the original question ?
The odd joke or whatever is one thing but the rest are  simply non related .


dl65  


Sorry,I forgot about the Off-Topic.

I must keep focused.

RJ Street1

You tricked me dl65 now everyone knows I'm

Robert Joseph Street 1.  Look out...it's the Topic Police.

Run Away ! !


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