Sirpoins
"Wherefore look'st thou sad,
When every thing doth make a gleeful boast?
The birds chant melody on every bush,
The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun,
The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind
And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground"
Not For the Faint Hearted
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11th Mar 2011
on a lighter note…
(Source:
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