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Originally Posted by CantExplain
9:00 am Friday.
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Okay, I have this random mental image of you in session with a host of miniature PCer's sitting on your shoulders waving toothpick swords at Madame T.
My imagination goes into overdrive at random intervals...
Good luck at any rate!
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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