Thursday, February 09, 2006

A wicked wind hails from the stormy west.
Angels call, but none for to caress!
Perhaps 'tis now to cast a sportsman's line
And hook a bonny lass, and make her mine . . .

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

don't get caught up in v-day blues...it's all marketing not reality. i love you. will you be my valentine?

Sandman said...

but you're so . . . anonymous. you could be dick cheney's dad for all i know.

Annie G said...

Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history-Plato