
05-28-2002, 10:02 PM
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Join Date: Aug 2001
Location: North Australia
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St Agnes Eve - ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;
The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass,
And silent was the flock in woolly fold.
Keats
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