So, how did you fare?
Honey, I made a B.
It's the Bees which do all the honey making, dear.
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And that's how under-appreciated i feel today.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
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THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.
2 comments:
when honey's around, why bother abt B or A ;)
btw, what do the ***s next 2 contemplations signify in ur blog-trot?
No honey ain't around. :-P
The ***s indicate recently published/updated.
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