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)

Friday, April 10, 2009

Lil and a native!

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Anonymous Lara said...

Careful! Those natives can be dangerous!

3:51 PM

 

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