Tuesday, 14 October 2008
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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.
2 comments:
Lots of work going down tonight.
Love,
Terri in Joburg
lots of WORK?
that does NOT sound good ....
Only thing that must be done full moon includes the lighting of a really big joint ... it's traditional. Really.
peace
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