"On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? "
(No, I have nothing better to do today, why do you ask?)
"On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
ReplyDeleteWhere the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? "
(No, I have nothing better to do today, why do you ask?)
Loser.
ReplyDeleteNo disagreement there, though, eh?
ReplyDeleteYou men eat your dinner, eat your pork and beans.
ReplyDeleteI eat more chicken, than any man ever seen
- Jim Morrison - An American Poet.
That's deep.
ReplyDeleteAnd not true.
I can eat more chicken than Jim Morrison.
Only because he's DEAD!
ReplyDeleteJim Morrison didn't write that line!
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