Bells and Whistles
I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o'er vales and pillows,
When all at once I saw a crowd: a host of golden armadillos.
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April 07, 2004
Really Big Shoe
At last month's garden shoe--er, show.
Posted at April 07, 2004 09:06 PM