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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March 29, 2005
Meanwhile
KJ Gardens
is waking up again.
Posted at March 29, 2005 07:11 PM