Sunday, November 20, 2011

Library Notes/Reading Ventures/Writing Bones

Lewis Carrol 
Twas brilling, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wave;
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

My Writing

Twas Sunday, and the church bells
Did ring and shaped my steps yesterday;
All gone were my keys,
And the church bells rung.

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