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)

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

More warming up

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2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Pizza delivery!

7:01 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"HERE'S YOUR PIZZA, SIR! HIYA!"

2:27 PM

 

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