Sunday, January 15, 2006

Sappho, Vodka, Wildfire, Bad Poetry about Toads...

... and more, brought to you by Odious and Peculiar.


For a sample of the last:

A linked chain of bubbling notes,
When birds have ceased their calling,
That lulls the ear with soothing sound
Like voice of water falling.
It is the knell of winter dead;
Good-by his icy fetter.
Blessings on thy warty head:
No bird could do it better.

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