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Originally Posted by ragsnfeathers
And the veteran member is....
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*blows party horn and tosses glitter in the air*
(just so you know glitter is next to impossible to get out of your hair-how do I know? I have a seven year old girl)
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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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