tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159401242024-03-07T14:32:27.559-05:00When I WaxKGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.comBlogger375125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940124.post-38781437965632970912021-04-22T10:22:00.003-04:002021-04-22T10:22:47.055-04:00April<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Snowflakes floating, blowing <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">among cherry blossoms and the hopeful<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">verdant of birch catkins and anxious willow<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">a playful mockery of our fleeting sense<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">of seasonal destiny<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">and order.<o:p></o:p></p>KGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940124.post-80756998507361466022019-10-05T01:37:00.000-04:002019-10-05T01:37:09.798-04:00An Ending<br />
<div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;">
I watched the
ceiling fan spin, slow down, and stop to hover over the familiar.</div>
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<br /></div>
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See, the slap stick
of gaping why's</div>
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in sensitive throes</div>
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why's from new found foes,</div>
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to inspect the rogue
impulse prodigal. </div>
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<br /></div>
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See, the dark
limerick, as it tries</div>
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in sensual blows</div>
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it tries from stagnant shoals</div>
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to inject a taste
for the conjugal. </div>
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<br /></div>
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There is no
armistice, no apartheid for the slime of apathy.</div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">There is no justice,
no </span><span style="font-size: 14.6667px;">jurisprudence</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> or
epiphany.</span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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There is only
resolve, and the Specter of a Red Corvette.</div>
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<br /></div>
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And the Specter of a
silk corset. </div>
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<br /></div>
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And the smell of a
Russian Roulette, when the stakes are high and your time is up.</div>
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<br /></div>
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When the music
stops, and<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the chairs filled up. </div>
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It's just that
simple.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Over.</div>
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<br /></div>
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It's just that
simple. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;">
Next player. </div>
<br />KGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940124.post-22105314410850144312018-01-17T10:52:00.000-05:002018-01-17T10:52:09.441-05:00Losing Light<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When the blood spatters freeze<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
and there’s little time left to shoot.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When the clouds are very dark<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
and only an inch is available </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
of clear sky on the horizon.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Right on the horizon.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And while the sun approaches the setting point<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
it bursts out from under the smothering gray-<o:p></o:p></div>
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a wrestler’s faint, a wrestler’s shoot.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And for a moment the entire forest <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
is bathed in the most brilliant golden<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
but very temporary light.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And then it goes dark -<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
resolutely, but fading, crawling slowly<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
like cancerous death.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Not what I’m hoping to deal.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That will be different-<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
and soon.<o:p></o:p></div>
KGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940124.post-11649111904820503322015-07-14T14:04:00.001-04:002015-07-14T14:04:17.060-04:00and thenunder a pregnant sky<br />
she vies for the succinctly still<br />
for the moment just before it all breaks loose<br />
and the moment before that<br />
when you smell the rain but don't yet hear it<br />
when you feel the pain but do not fear it<br />
and then the gymnopedie<br />
and then<br />
and then<br />
the mind in pacing<br />
the body in bracing<br />
tinctures of tension<br />
and tonics of tumult<br />
and reckless<br />
reckless<br />
reckless<br />
and then<br />
and then<br />
the drowning<br />
the breathing<br />
the flying<br />
and falling<br />
and then<br />
the mercury<br />
moulder<br />
melancholy<br />
and then<br />
and then<br />
<br />KGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940124.post-43080359956989743782014-09-12T10:06:00.000-04:002014-09-12T10:07:08.485-04:00September Crickets<div class="MsoNormal">
With the urgency of boreal fecundity<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
let us prick our souls and hasten the blooming summer<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
let us lap, and lap, and lap<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
insisting like westerly waves of Gitche Gumee<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
to make landfall, to make love all<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
enveloping and awash in soaking saturation <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
and then stop.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Freeze the frame and hold<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
hold<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
hold<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
in instinctive heroic futility<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
of resistance to the moving tectonics of time<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
the grinding, grabbing and whittling<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
the glacially irresistible power and motion<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
of forces so much larger than ourselves<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
hold and hold<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
for soon we will cry in our last voices like September
crickets <o:p></o:p></div>
for a day just one more.<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
KGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940124.post-71880770418552824772013-11-03T21:44:00.001-05:002013-11-03T21:44:52.626-05:00russet leaves falling<br />
blown by breath of life and death<br />
soaked in bloody frostKGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940124.post-71895220917502590282013-06-10T16:22:00.001-04:002013-06-10T16:22:23.601-04:00What the lights told meThe sky pulsed and quivered<br />
as I stood looking up<br />
into the bosom of Aurora Borealis --<br />
dancing without inhibition<br />
or desire for an audience<br />
but simply for the joy of being<br />
of illuminating<br />
of showing<br />
of shining<br />
and I ached<br />
to partake<br />
in the fullness of experience<br />
that proclaims an absence<br />
of artifice<br />
and then, succumbing<br />
my thoughts raced for another<br />
to validate the experience of me<br />
while the seething lights shamed<br />
and continued their admonishment<br />
to blend, to go blank, and to be.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />KGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940124.post-56297236366318813642013-04-18T01:03:00.001-04:002013-04-18T07:09:44.694-04:00Unequally Yoked<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvmSVNbh0qec3YHNbZmm35WUMbKB7Kinfn9lld_sdWG0vPO5b29vznm6SJ-pCW6mbm8jzwXdX3YjVDD-gCWvF7CP-EzQDJw8lKbAqYk8nUQAwwzAFzRWU1xhz44fDxb2lfL2Q/s1600/unequally+yoked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvmSVNbh0qec3YHNbZmm35WUMbKB7Kinfn9lld_sdWG0vPO5b29vznm6SJ-pCW6mbm8jzwXdX3YjVDD-gCWvF7CP-EzQDJw8lKbAqYk8nUQAwwzAFzRWU1xhz44fDxb2lfL2Q/s400/unequally+yoked.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: start;"><span style="color: #333332; font-family: Noto Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 26.875px;">The Wedded Rocks (Meoto Iwa), just off-shore, close to Ise Shinto (The Holy City or Capital of the Kami) shrine in Mie Prefecture, Japan. These are the “Husband and Wife Rocks,” a Shinto shrine representing the union of creator kami (deities) Izanagi and Izanami, and thereby celebrate the sanctity of marriage between man and woman.The larger rock is said to be the male rock, and has a small torii, or sacred purifying entrance, at the top. It is known as Oiwa. The male rock measures 9 meters tall and 40 meters around; the female rock is 3.6 meters high and 9 meters around. The female rock is known as Meiwa.</span></span></td></tr>
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<br />KGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940124.post-954677594802418132013-03-27T09:46:00.001-04:002013-03-27T09:51:32.367-04:00Calculus of Regret<br />
my aches are older<br />
deeper, more indelible<br />
precautionary<br />
<br />
new apparatus<br />
valuing a back-up chute<br />
freshly wiser, old<br />
<br />
plumbing heights and depths<br />
measurement of tolerance<br />
calculus of regretKGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940124.post-33636231206614546202013-01-10T23:09:00.000-05:002013-01-10T23:09:10.975-05:00Drivin' & Cryin'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />KGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940124.post-76596178374026993922012-06-26T07:43:00.001-04:002012-06-26T07:43:21.261-04:00AmazonasA red dragonfly<br />
a pink dolphin<br />
an exquisite yellow fruit<br />
and green and blue above.<br />
The Amazon<br />
is dark and brooding<br />
stained with ancient stories<br />
of a stern and sultry<br />
mistress.<br />
<br />
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<br />KGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940124.post-23666166340241112892012-06-20T10:12:00.001-04:002012-06-20T10:14:33.974-04:00Signatures<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Falling in to our mother's tears<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
filleting our hearts<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
finding a passage through fear and<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
failing but signing<o:p></o:p></div>
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signatures on souls and solemn<o:p></o:p></div>
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symbols and falling<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
falling <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
falling.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Hang on.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="background-color: white;">Sacrificial soothing</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="background-color: white;">soma again</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="background-color: white;">so much </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="background-color: white;">so when</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="background-color: white;">we hear that siren</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="background-color: white;">we will know</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="background-color: white;">our mirrors</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="background-color: white;">and until we have faces</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="background-color: white;">we will have tears.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>KGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940124.post-10215054275815921752012-05-23T09:40:00.000-04:002012-05-23T09:40:45.247-04:00Rachel in Joplin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />KGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940124.post-43271272166567024342012-05-01T13:51:00.002-04:002012-05-01T13:51:22.876-04:00Last Loyalty LostI followed familiar footpaths<br />
to find her this last time<br />
this once more<br />
this only<br />
this<br />
last<br />
loss<br />
last loyalty<br />
last casualty<br />
last cost<br />
last call<br />
of the grail<br />
of the ark<br />
of the Gospel<br />
of the heart<br />
of the greatest of my signs<br />
and the bruising of my shins<br />
of the fern beds in the pines<br />
the sadist and the sins<br />
of the thirst for this elixir<br />
and seduction on the wind<br />
of the shapes that still define her<br />
all familiar, take me in<br />
take me in<br />
take me in <br />
take me<br />
one<br />
last<br />
time.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dome of the Rotunda of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Church_of_the_Holy_Sepulchre">Church of the Holy Sepulchre</a>, Jerusalem. KG Tidball.</td></tr>
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<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
After three days</div>
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strange assemblage<br />
wheels, backseats and radios<br />
lost utility<br />
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ball dresses falling<br />
float into heaps on the floor<br />
disrobing Autumn<br />
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<br />KGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940124.post-51402641883001493282011-09-29T09:49:00.000-04:002011-09-29T09:49:40.694-04:00The Spoils of Silently Watching<br />
Arising before dawn in ritual pursuit<br />
aware of austerity, sharp, acute<br />
a chill that has settled<br />
and defines for a time<br />
the spoils of silently watching.<br />
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As the hoary frost on crimson leaves<br />
succumbs to the center,<br />
succumbs to the sun<br />
as ice becomes rain<br />
and the dew is undone<br />
and the bluest of blue<br />
frames vivid prisms spun<br />
of the thread of a love<br />
fleetingly grasped<br />
desperately held<br />
and quickly lapsed<br />
into seeking again<br />
into hoping for when<br />
that moment will lend<br />
less furtively.<br />
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Retiring at dusk from the ritual pursuit<br />
aware of austerity, dulled but astute<br />
exhaustion has settled<br />
and defines for a time<br />
the spoils of silently watching.<br />
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<br />KGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940124.post-2411862117828806512011-09-02T00:41:00.001-04:002011-09-02T00:41:53.353-04:00The moment I said it<iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Rnx1otiex4U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>KGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940124.post-70340109412311168642011-08-22T10:21:00.004-04:002011-08-22T10:37:47.748-04:00ChasseSleeping, sluggish, a dormant desire<div>is drawn from the dog days of summer-</div><div>as the front is unfolded</div><div>the summer defrocked</div><div>I return from a lazy warm slumber.</div><div>
<br /></div><div> </div><div>And the creak of the hasp</div><div>and the shake of the aspen</div><div>spark dreams of October fire.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>And the velvet glance</div><div>and the cyclic dance</div><div>an alluring chance to conspire.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Rising, alert, an ancient urge</div><div>springs forth from a change in the weather</div><div>it will not relent</div><div>breathing deeply the scent</div><div>of the chase and the blood stained tether.</div><div>
<br /></div>KGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940124.post-78714248059747477522011-07-27T15:31:00.002-04:002011-07-27T15:51:42.821-04:00Night swimmingNight swimming<br />and I am towing<br />a boat.<br />Night swimming<br />and I am pulling<br />a rope.<br />Hauling<br />hauling<br />hauling<br />a hope.<br /><br />I am kicking<br />I am paddling<br />I lose myself in the darkness<br />feigning calm<br />for the hopes<br />of the passengers <br />on the boat.<br /><br />We are far from the island<br />far from our shores<br />there are hours<br />and fathoms<br />and whole dreams<br />to go.<br /><br />I hear them singing<br />hear them chanting<br />"we are the pirates<br />who don't do anything"<br />and I choke at the irony<br />and on warm weedy water<br />and I swim <br />with a rope <br />and a boat.<br /><br />Becalmed.<br />She died. <br />Dead in the water.<br />I can stop swimming <br />by entering the boat.<br />But the boat is not<br />where the boat is to be<br />so is less useful <br />to the destination<br />less desirable to me.<br /><br />And they're in.<br />And I'm out.<br />and they're chanting<br />and I shout<br />"an hour or so more"<br />as the dawn takes its form<br />and the skin on my feet <br />is blistered and worn<br />from fins and conveyances<br />to overcome forms<br />of the body, resistance<br />and I have been here for years<br />night swimming<br />with a boat <br />and a rope.KGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15940124.post-57203538560712826642011-07-20T10:51:00.003-04:002011-07-20T10:57:28.727-04:00I'm in here<iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GwCmf1W-cR8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="300" height="250" id="scroller" align="middle"><br /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /><br /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><br /><param name="movie" value="http://www.songonlyrics.com/scroller/tool/scroller.swf?baseUrl=http://www.songonlyrics.com&postId=95788&postUrl=http://www.songonlyrics.com/?p=95788" /><br /><param name="quality" value="high" /><br /><param name="bgcolor" value="#333333" /> <br /><embed src="http://www.songonlyrics.com/scroller/tool/scroller.swf?baseUrl=http://www.songonlyrics.com&postId=95788&postUrl=http://www.songonlyrics.com/?p=95788" allowFullScreen="true" quality="high" bgcolor="#333333" width="300" height="250" name="scroller" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /><br /></object>KGT (aka Cagey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.com0