tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13006586.post-1123479829396668262005-08-08T03:58:00.000-07:002005-08-08T04:26:17.356-07:00

by Victor Om Shanti I sat upon the shore Fishing, with the arid plain behind me Shall I at least set my lands in order? London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina Quando fiam uti chelidon-O swallow swallow Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie These fragments I have shored against my ruins Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe. Datta.

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