August 20, 2004

North Beach, San Francisco

summer midnight 
in the city
and
the bridesmaid
just walked past
without her shoes on.
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what's her numba?

Posted by: heroic imp at August 21, 2004 5:35 PM

sounds like a hippie wedding, just the kind of hippies that W wouldn't like getting married. so, for now on, W will decide who marries -- and you can be sure the breeding patterns won't include traitors to the cause.

"There came to the BEACH a poor exile of Erin,
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;
For his country he sigh’d, when at twilight repairing
To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill."
--- Thomas Campbell (1777–1844), The Exile of Erin.

Posted by: Itto Ogami at September 8, 2004 5:46 PM

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