If you ever get shit on by a seagull, maybe you don't think they are so great. But if they shit on someone else, you might laugh and laugh like a barking dog.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Unmanned Drone
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Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Pleathers
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
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