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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.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Submissions going snicker-snack.

After consideration "Scrimshaw Man" is off to Jabberwocky. The choice was made by both prior reputation and reading period closings (Jabberwocky closes tomorrow). Good luck little poem.

Now it's time to gyre and gimble in the wabe. My borogoves are all mimsy and the mome raths are outside outgrabing the squirrels.

4 comments:

vince said...

I don't think I've ever seen mome raths outside outgrabing squirrels.

Best of luck with "Scrimshaw Man."

Steve Buchheit said...

Hey Vince, well, the squirrels in my yard are the sharpest sticks in the crayon box, if you know what I mean. They're quite able to get around some of my anti-squirrels on the feeders measures (although I've kept them off the main feeders this year, they've only been plaguing the platform). I have great fun messing with their little minds. I judge my efforts by how far they run before stopping. Sometimes I get them to go all the way back to the farm behind us.

camillealexa said...

Good luck with Jabberwocky! That looks like an interesting market.

Steve Buchheit said...

Thanks Camille. And you know, I just figured out that Rag-a-Bag has been a A&A for over a year now. I think it's getting time to query.