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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January 03, 2005
Don't We All?
From today's now-deleted crop of comment spam, only this remains:
I feel partially hydrogenated!
Posted at January 03, 2005 09:12 PM