The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Tell me what did I do wrong To make you stay away so long
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Would it be kind of creepy...not to mention weird...for a professional 46 year old to have Goldfrapp pictures on one wardrobe door...and wacky llamas on another? ( offers wrists up for the cuffs)
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
I was traumatised yesterday. Had another nightmare at an antiques centre. A baby llama with no head but with half a melted wax human face glued on top of it. Wish I'd have had my camera to share this monstrosity with you. It was being displayed alongside other skulls, Victorian medicine and anatomical paraphernalia and general carnival creepabilia. You'd love it UT.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
If it's still there next time I go I shall take my camera, you unbelievers. I have a white rocking horse one side of my bed which came from the same antiques place and did think of purchasing said llama to go on the other side, but I figure poor Catherine sees enough horror first thing in the morning!
Sounds a bit like How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck would chuck wood.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.