Epic Poems
I've had a transporting epic poem sent to me - but none that is on offer for the window of two days. Sigh.
Life without poetry.
Life without poetry.
posted by Diorissi at 5:01 PM
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
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- Name: Diorissi
- Location: Australia
unfashionably earnest and spiritually challenged. Fond of those who speak before thinking and who live this as their one wild life - no dress rehearsal this...
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4 Comments:
Ha! I didn't know you were publicising me better than I'm doing myself.
Waiting for washing machine, I've discovered that our neighbour's wireless internet finally allows me to blog unfettered. Is that bad etiquette? I'm so not up with modern manners.
Is it too late for poems?
As for the whoabouts of Harold, all shall be revealed in due course.
Oh, and nice dunes.
No it's never too late for poems. Jess just sent me through one today so I will put that up soon. As far as wireless goes - any etiquette would be hard to enforce.
Can we do twenty questions on Harold?
Twenty questions should get you there. Er, animal/veg/mineral: he's animal, arguably.
Is he an argumentative animal?
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