April 3, 2009
Glanced from my skylight,
Steeped in mist’s milky water,
The usual tree.
Oh dear. How melancholy. But I will be there soon, my dear!
Huzzah! It would take me more than seventeen syllables to do justice to my feelings at that gladsome prospect, dear gal. Even the trees are smiling.
B(lissy) A(nticipation)
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Cheers. Tepidus
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April 6, 2009 at 5:25 pm
Oh dear. How melancholy. But I will be there soon, my dear!
April 6, 2009 at 6:06 pm
Huzzah! It would take me more than seventeen syllables to do justice to my feelings at that gladsome prospect, dear gal. Even the trees are smiling.
B(lissy) A(nticipation)
April 15, 2009 at 3:39 pm
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Dear Benedict,
I thought you might be interested in the following:http://www.acn.org.uk/shop/frameset.asp
Cheers.
Tepidus