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Archive for November 18th, 2006

“We beat them back with broken blades, till crimsom ran the tide;

“Death thundered in the cannon smoke when Richard Grenville died.

“We should have blown her hull apart and sunk beneath the Main.

“The people saw upon his wrist the scars of the racks of Spain.

Where is Bess?” said Solomon Kane. “Woe that I caused her tears.”

“In the quiet churchyard by the sea she has slept these seven years.

“The sea-wind moaned at the window-pane, and Solomon bowed his head.

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and the fairest fade,” he said.


the loves of my life

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet ~~~ plato

thank you…

... to everyone whose pictures and videos I have borrowed; if anyone would like theirs to be removed, please tell me and I shall be happy to do so

all words here are mine ~ I’ll tell you when they’re not!

from long ago

in case I forget what day of the week it is

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