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)

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Move over - my turn!

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Anonymous anastasiaK said...

Two hummingbirds fly into a bar . . . stop me if you've heard this one . . .

10:37 AM

Blogger Tom Fisher said...

Save if for September, Anastasia - we'll talk about it at lunch!

6:00 AM


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