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I think it near cute about the black pollen grass --- I don't like that weird flea like grass either...it sticks those little seeds and tickles the nose horribly - lovely poetry to begin this write --- "and she walked on and on into moonbeams" --- this is so sad - and now, I wonder as many what is the glass? I'm on to the next (catching up as quickly as I can but savoring it all) ~ Elyse
posted by
elysianfields
on February 22, 2010 at 7:39 PM
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All right! I want to know what he hit! lol sam
posted by
sam444
on February 22, 2010 at 9:42 AM
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Corncrake I must come back and read this when I'm a bit more rested. I have to travel out of town for the weekend --- so I will either read while enroute (I'm not driving) or at one point when I've achieved my goals (having to restock my shoppe with more antique finds)
~ Elyse
posted by
elysianfields
on February 19, 2010 at 8:46 PM
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Re: Oh Arthur such pain that you carried all these years and I never knew.
I just about give up, thinking that's it, and along you come and hit me with your hockey stick. I just want to sit with granny and drink her parsnip wine.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 19, 2010 at 3:14 AM
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Oh Arthur such pain that you carried all these years and I never knew.
(loud weeping here) My heart just goes out to you(sniff sniff...loud nose blowing sniff)
But Penny will hold your heart safe, close, cosy, cuddled up, and warm...........on a serious note something sinister is rearing itself fromthe ground isn't it. Something dug up.....unless it is perhaps a Roman or Saxon cachet of some sort...that would be fun. perhapsthere was a village of ancient times on the Tower hill.
posted by
Kabu
on February 18, 2010 at 3:28 PM
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