The place where the world comes together in honesty and mirth. Windmills Tilted, Scared Cows Butchered, Lies Skewered on the Lance of Reality ... or something to that effect.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
A Poem
To bed - To lay awake pondering imponderables - To rise ere the sun sneaks unto the sky and dawn is but a dream
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