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Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.


Sunday, February 10, 2008

Invasion

Damn Ruskies. This current cold snap brought to you by the Siberian Express. Those damn Russians, sending us their cold and snow. This morning at about 6 the temperature outside was about 30, right now it's about 12.

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