You only want me for one thing.
Wails the fiddler who aspires to sing and play guitar.
posted by Polysemous at 11:00 PM
Monday, August 07, 2006
About Me
- Name: Polysemous
Sometimes a neighbour's look, a post-card, a telephone call] will carry you up the shore of another life] and leave you gaping amazed at sudden jungle] a world away from the dolorous desk.] Castaway by Margaret Scott
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