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[sunday] Nico Brons—The Back Room
The Wild Swans at Coole By William Butler Yeats The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine-and-fifty swans. The nineteenth autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I…
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Wendell Peek – …it was a dark and stormy night
Jefferson Airplane (Jorma Kaukonen)—Embryonic Journey
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[votd] Mr. Mike’s Mondo Video
I thought this was great until the end. Back in my drinking days I might have thought the last scene was funny, but that was before I got sober and embraced my inner catlady.