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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November 21, 2004
Seen on Western Avenue
I have no caption for this. Nor, I think, is one needed.
Posted at November 21, 2004 09:22 AM
