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! ! OmphaLostSeaLore...? (repost)
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Where
oft
to sea
the wizard
in a
beautiful
lea-green
craft?
Why,
flying
down
the estuary,
with
his mate...
the
eight-limbed,
merry,
many-spined
and
some-time
quarry...
he
to fore
and
she
to aft...
cold winds
did blow
and
still...
they laughed
rowing,
blowing
mist'n'spray....
they howled
'til clouds
obscured
the
bay
You may,
perhaps,
have
heard
this rail,
when
settled in
with
ale-wife's tail.....
and wondered,
if 'tis
truth
or fiction...
(depends,
of course,
on
predilection....)
I'll bet
on
blue
half-penny
moon.....
I know...
I've heard
those
lovers
croon....! !
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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Will Barber (12/21/2007 11:53:00 PM)
Achtung! Laughing or celebrating is forbidden. Forbidden, do you hear me?
Actually, your fabulous confabulations amuse and are cause for celebration. Oh, by the way, Happy New Year! and the horse it rode in on. |
Theodora Steinbrueck-Onken (12/12/2007 12:13:00 AM)
What i would give to have your creative and unique brain.
Love,
T. |
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