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Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

The Love You Take

This will be GW's last State of the Union speech. So begins the end.

4 comments:

Todd Wheeler said...

Cool. I loved ignoring the previous seven. This one should be the best on to not watch ever!

Steve Buchheit said...

Make popcorn to not watch it. Might as well enjoy the silence.

ThatGreenyFlower said...

Hip hip HOORAY!

Steve Buchheit said...

Greeny, you said it.