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Monthly Archives: June 2005
His Coy Mistress to
Stumbleupon Review His Coy Mistress to Mr. Marvell by A. D. Hope, from “Book of Answers” (Sydney: Angus & Robertson, 1978) Since you have world enough and time Sir, to admonish me in rhyme, Pray Mr Marvell, can it be … Continue reading
deviantART: last day of spring by ~bubble-gum-heart
Stumbleupon Review of : http://www.deviantart.com/view/19172017/ last day of spring ·.· a dilly a dally oh dandy a lion is your head too big, or your neck too small… caught by the hello breeze friendly seeds fall .·.
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Connel Microlight And Light Aircraft Flying Club
Stumbleupon Review of : http://www.connelflyingclub.org.uk/ ·.· Flying today! :)) Perhaps even get my license this year, if the darn weather holds out… These pics are from actually up round Oban, ones from round Cumbernauld where I will be just aren’t … Continue reading
The Fedora Lounge – Powered by vBulletin
Stumbleupon Review of : http://www.thefedoralounge.com/ ·.· (F.T.P.) Welcome to The Fedora Lounge. The place where nobody tries to put the bite on you. Come on in. Everybody here is just like you…only more so. .·.
TasSwing – The Tasmanian swing dance website
Stumbleupon Review of : http://www.tasswing.com.au/ The Tasmanian swing dance website! So you live in, or are visiting Tasmania, and you want to swing dance? Well, you’re in the right place! This site contains all the information about lessons and social … Continue reading
Underclocker Obscura :: scribbles :: 1
Stumbleupon Review of : http://underclocker.com/gallery/scribbles/monkeys ·.· The Popo generally lives over at mnemosine’s, but valiantly jumped in to save the day when the 3rd monkey (‘Leave it till the last minute’) was held up in traffic. .·.
The Drive Home – Stefan Nesbitt – Poem by
Stumbleupon Review of : http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=81542&poem=1282712 ·.· The Drive Home The evening draws to a close Excuses are made and we – say our goodbyes On the drive home you sleepily tell – me you love me I smile, soft, bemused … Continue reading
This Should Be – Stefan Nesbitt – Poem by
Stumbleupon Review of : http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=81542&poem=1283402 ·.· This Should Be This should be in the movies, white silk and a red velvet rose. You lie beside me, in soft focus. I stroke your back. We don’t have to get up today … Continue reading
Left Hand – Stefan Nesbitt – Poem by
Stumbleupon Review of : http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=81542&poem=1283747 ·.· Left Hand A passing romany (in a car more expensive than mine) sells me: lace cushion covers, polished stones, and – pretty fortunes. Empty, but smiling; I pay. .·. .
Sad Songs – Stefan Nesbitt – Poem by
Stumbleupon Review of : http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=81542&poem=1282321 ·.· Sad Songs I sing along. Melancholy songs for sad people, minor key for the lost or the lonely. A bitter wash of sweet sound, buries me, and I drown in whispered memories, that can … Continue reading