see if you can figure out which line stood out for me...oiluvu...r.
On Thu, 04 Dec 2008 11:07:37 -0800, Jon Corelis <[log in to unmask]>
wrote:
> Winter
> by William Shakespeare
> When icicles hang by the wall
> And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
> And Tom bears logs into the hall,
> And milk comes frozen home in pail;
> When blood is nipt, and ways be foul,
> Then nightly sings the staring owl
> Tu-whoo!
> Tu-whit! tu-whoo! A merry note!
> While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
> When all around the wind doth blow,
> And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
> And birds sit brooding in the snow,
> And Marian's nose looks red and raw;
> When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl—
> Then nightly sings the staring owl
> Tu-whoo!
> Tu-whit! tu-whoo! A merry note!
> While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
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"Cogito ergo...how does that go again?"...rewjr.
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