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L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I L On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: ![]() These pictures rotate. Kåre ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
| 1. Meeping along | ID #676271 |
| Posted: 11-15-2009 @ 1:17 pm EST Edited: 11-15-2009 @ 3:16 pm EST | |
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Like, apparently "meep" has been banned in a Massachusetts school, like the word doesn't even mean anything! I mean like meeping a meaningless meep can get you into trouble, Like, wow, man. |