Go-it-Semi-Alone Limericks with Help from my Friends
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09-22-2006, 04:20 PM
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea.
my green tea tastes rather odd
not bitter, but rather like sod:
a hint of the oak,
a finish like smoke
My strength is as the strength of eight --
My heart is nearly pure.
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