Sunday, December 14, 2008

his impulse
was to celebrate winter—
the room waited
.
.

11 comments:

  1. well come on down, we'll make snow angels.

    ; )

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  2. Anonymous12:29 pm

    .....and waited and waited, alas

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  3. Haha, no serious rooms have to wait very long for me to celebrate usually. I'm already hopping like a snowman tonight. Just hoping the sheep don't eat my nose like they did last year.

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  4. I thought that was 2 years ago.

    Blimey I've known you too long.

    Hop away then Frosty. haha!

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  5. Ooh maybe it was two years then... But what's a year out between frosty pals eh? Haha. eek, just made myself slightly sick!

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  6. I just remember something about a sheep and a carrot.

    haha! Oh now I'm sick as well. hahaha!

    *muzzles self

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  7. Anyway, it was a sweet potato on that occasion. They're pretty multicultural, the sheep around here, unlike the humans.

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  8. Oh here!

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjdXwLQrRJ8

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  9. Shame he didn't have eight feet!

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  10. Anonymous12:55 pm

    Yeah well we all know he's no spider...

    You should post that it's grand! He's more nubile than I expected him to be. Must be used to dodging things.

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  11. Well I meant shame the thrower having 8 feet as he would have had more shoes...

    And GDB 'nubile'..........?????

    I could just live with agile.

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