"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.

Monday, June 20, 2005

the voice within

how nice...
people get to know me...
the voice is really something i think i should take care of...
i don't want to miss it someday and regret not taking care of it...
if 5 octaves isn't enough of a gift...
i don't know what is...

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