[expanded version a few posts down]
April beckoned. Cold December embraced February's glinting hard ice. January kept lashing my neighbor's open prairies, quashing rosy sunshine. Trembling underground, vibrating worlds x-rayed yesterday's zealotry as brief candles dappled emergent flame gently housed in juniper kissed leaves my nose overlooked.
Philosophical questions remain. Should the universe vanish? Will Xanadu yield zero? All becomes clear, dreams endure forever. God's hand is justice, knowledge leaping madly near or paradoxically quiescent. Remember. Sometimes time unravels virtue. Why, Xeno! You're zooming!
Last edited by Roger Slater; 06-17-2010 at 05:21 PM.
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