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And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams — In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. -- Poe, To One in Paradise |
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Awesome! Thanks for the link. Not that I needed another time killer, but, you know.
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Yep, my list of blogs to check on a daily basis is growing, plus all the earlier ones ot catch up on. I knew there was a reason I stopped working regular hours!
![]() Oh, and the first one? Truly disturbing yet hilarious at the same time. But only because I don't live next to that guy. I think if I did I'd seriously consider moving.
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I just don't want to date an older woman. They look at love with a jaundiced eye. I can jaundice a woman on my own, I don't need her to be pre-jaundiced. -- Garrison Keillor, as Guy Noir |
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