Spring has sprung
The grass is riz
I wonder where the birdies is?
The little birds are on the wing
How absurd!!
the little wings is on the bird!
Friday, 31 August 2007
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No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manner of thine own Or of thine friend’s were. Each man’s death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee.
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Hey sexy man happy spring day!!! mwah mwah
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