May 23, 2005 09:46
arm, arm, and out!
if this which he avouches does appear,
there is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.
i 'gin to be aweary of the sun,
and wish the estate o' the world were now undone.
ring the alarum-bell! blow, wind! come, wrack!
at least we'll die with harness on our back.
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I was going to reply to your latest post, the one about visiting Oregon, but this infernal site won't allow me.
Just the same; Oregon has missed you too and looks forward to your arrival home.
Don't ask how I knew you made a post about the trip despite not being on your friends list.
I AM THE BEAVER! I KNOW ALL!
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