"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!"
The Hermit cross'd his brow.
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say—
What manner of man art thou?"

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

well... ain't this quaint... surfing somewhere else... school's about to end... just shopped for clothes... have to keep up appearances in the summer time...

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