Bells and Whistles
I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o'er vales and pillows,
When all at once I saw a crowd: a host of golden armadillos.
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September 11, 2003
Three Words
London.
Rain.
Wheeeeeee!
Oh, and wi-fi. But that's more than three words.
Posted at September 11, 2003 08:02 AM