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The sea laments
The livelong day,
Fringing its waste of sand;
Cries back the wind from the whispering shore -
No words I understand:
Yet echoes in my heart a voice,
As far, as near, as these -
The wind that weeps,
The solemn surge
Of strange and lonely seas.
Walter De La Mare
No real point to this post. Am trying to sleep, failing dismally, and alternating between checking my email, reading my book of sea poems, and watching 'His Girl Friday.' I can't wait to go to Padre. I may go again in May if the girls go through with their plans of getting time off and shanghai-ing me. ^_^
The livelong day,
Fringing its waste of sand;
Cries back the wind from the whispering shore -
No words I understand:
Yet echoes in my heart a voice,
As far, as near, as these -
The wind that weeps,
The solemn surge
Of strange and lonely seas.
Walter De La Mare
No real point to this post. Am trying to sleep, failing dismally, and alternating between checking my email, reading my book of sea poems, and watching 'His Girl Friday.' I can't wait to go to Padre. I may go again in May if the girls go through with their plans of getting time off and shanghai-ing me. ^_^
Hmmmm
Perhaps its a sign you are retaining water?
LOL
JP
Current mood: full (having eaten two large bean burritos)
Current music: The howl of the wind from my *** "WHOOSH!"
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Keep your whoosh to your self, BTW!
*evil grin*