In a message dated 12/20/2004 12:52:10 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< and I'm tired but I've saved the left ear of the donkey
for last. Let's wait a while, smell
myrrh and hay, ease the pieces apart. >>
I like this stanza a lot...makes me get into my head and think and envision.
kol tuv, Ryfkah
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