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the brazen blazing brains of poets

A $250.00 (in US dollars) donation to my fav non-profit US charity cost me $345.70 (Canadian).

Exchange rates suck.

My cable bill rate is increasing $10 a month.

Bummer.

but.... i happentostumble on ee cummings this morning...

this is the garden: colours come and go,
frail azures fluttering from night's outer wing
strong silent greens serenely lingering,
absolute lights like baths of golden snow.
This is the garden: pursed lips do blow
upon cool flutes within wide glooms, and sing
(of harps celestial to the quivering string)
invisible faces hauntingly and slow.

This is the garden. Time shall surely reap
and on Death's blade lie many a flower curled,
in other lands where other songs be sung;
yet stand They here enraptured, as among
The slow deep trees perpetual of sleep
some silver-fingered fountain steals the world.

-e e cummings

and think i'd best shut up

10:28 a.m. - 01 July 2004

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