A confused stile, and a disturbed method, is fittest to discourse of our miserie.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Friday Nudibranch Blogging
Nembrotha rubrolineata sings for no one but me I tell my friends to listen to her in vain No one ever hears her Except one, only one But though his air is sincere I mistrust him, he might be a liar.
Okay, that one has kind of a 50's vibe going on.
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psst! The smokewriting linky in the sidebar is borked.
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