A confused stile, and a disturbed method, is fittest to discourse of our miserie.
Nembrotha rubrolineata sings for no one but meI tell my friends to listen to her in vainNo one ever hears herExcept one, only oneBut though his air is sincereI mistrust him, he might be a liar.(Photo by Teresa Zubi.)
Okay, that one has kind of a 50's vibe going on.Very nice.
psst! The smokewriting linky in the sidebar is borked.:- )
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