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

Sparring

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good grief! I look like I'm dancing, not sparring! Yeah, that's right--I'm always rockin' to the baaaad sounds of the 80's!

7:00 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah - it does kinda look like John Travolta!

;-)

6:34 AM

 

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