Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? This is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain. The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. - A.E. Housman (1859-1936)

Thursday, May 25, 2006

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Anonymous anastasiaK said...

Is that John hiding there?

7:39 PM

 
Blogger Tom Fisher said...

Yep! What gave him away? ;-)

11:53 AM

 
Anonymous anastasiaK said...

Um . . . . I think it must've been the pointy head under his hat. :-) And happy double-Schnapps birthday to him and his twin Gnome!

6:22 PM

 

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