and only the snow can begin to explain // how children are apt to forget to remember // with up so floating many bells down
AIM
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? // Come to my arms, my beamish boy! // O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” // He chortled in his joy.
MSN
I was of three minds, // Like a tree // In which there are three blackbirds.
ICQ
Oh, first he'll want to crop his curls, // And then he'll want a pony, // And then he'll think of pretty girls, // And holy matrimony.
Yahoo
Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth, // And spikes on top of him and scales underneath, // Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose, // And realio, trulio, daggers on his toes.
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Poems are cool
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Female
Location
Somewhere under the rainbow
Interests
Poetry, TTRPGs - specifically GURPS and D&D, fiddling, books, art - especially wheel pottery and paper cuttings,
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