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At 5:11pm on May 27, 2009, Ken Burton said…: hi
try this
http://wurlitzer1900.blogspot.com/
ken

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At 7:30am on February 27, 2008, Slobodan said…: Thanx my friend for your best wishes. I'm not using Multiply because they are still closed for any downloads, but I keep my page. I can direct copy-paste videos from YouTube using emb.code. This Ning page is very interesting, but still it's not like Multiply. So sad about our Multiply pages... With my very best wishes to you and yours, your friend, Slobodan!

At 11:07am on February 25, 2008, Sue said…: Paula
You should sign up for box.net
Send me a album or song. I will do the same for you.
I like anything Scottish.
Give it a try.

At 10:44am on February 25, 2008, Sue said…: Hi Paula
Nice song playing. Is that Billy Fury?
If you can embed videos here, why not mp?

At 5:13am on February 25, 2008, Ian Wightman said…: Thanks for sharing Peter Sarstedt, have always enjoyed that song.
Cheers

At 4:01am on February 25, 2008, May said…: hi paula I created my widget with box net

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At 5:33am on February 18, 2008, Slobodan said…: Thanx Paula, also I got your Multiply message too!

At 7:42am on February 14, 2008, Slobodan said…: First Love

by John Clare

I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.

My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.

I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.

I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.