Monday, February 14, 2005


draw back your bow.

on this day, a thought from the monkey, via his camera phone.

and a poem from my dad, who decided to come back from his evening bike ride last night with a dozen roses and this verse for my mother:

Roses are red,
Putty is ecru.
These roses are sort of


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