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Creek Running North
January 16, 2006
In a field on Mount Wanda my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I yelled "why hasn't my miner's lettuce sprouted yet, it's fucking gigantic here."
Posted by Chris Clarke at January 16, 2006 04:31 PM
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aaah. the gardener's lament.Posted by: dread pirate roberts at January 17, 2006 08:51 AM