My OperaVerse 4
Saturday, September 27, 2008 4:40:16 AM
Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly;
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott."
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly;
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott."
You must be 
Angelikiellinidata # Saturday, September 27, 2008 5:12:05 AM
PainterWoman # Saturday, September 27, 2008 1:43:19 PM
Richard, I may not comment on every single verse, but rest assured I will be reading them.
Angelikiellinidata # Saturday, September 27, 2008 5:44:53 PM
I just hope Barack will stop saying "John is right"
praising an opponent it's polite but it doesn't bring votes in,
since this post is not about politics,
I will just give my