08-12-2006, 07:05 PM
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Join Date: Apr 2002
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The next night, as we were once again having supper on the deck, the kitty came back! The poor thing was probably hungry, so we set out some food for it. I think it was then that the little one adopted us. Thursday morning and night, he was back, and by Thursday night he was rubbing up against our hands and legs. If you look over his left eye, you'll see a little white streak - it almost looks like he rubbed himself in wet paint. That streak is the source of his name : Vinci!
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Si à travers nos veines coule encore le sang...
Si dans les jeux d'enfants on entend encore l'accent...
Si nous sentons encore l'espoir de nos grands-parents...
Si dans les voiles du large souffle encore le vent...
Y'a jamais eu de Grand Dérangement.
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