"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.

Sunday, June 12, 2005

well, i'll be darned!

way to go on pickin' a date to repost in your blog... june 12th... nice... hehehe!

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