Thought for the day
Eagles soar high, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
posted by Prat @ 4:21 AM
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a purple breeze
Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page. They fade into emptiness another dark, gray day. Dreams are the only memory of the plans have back then. Dreams are eraser dust and now I use a pen. -Anonymous
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
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looks like the weasels are having all the fun ;D
Yeah, and they make us think too. How cool is that!
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