Tyger Tyger Burning Bright

Tiger, tiger burning bright, In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry. William Blake (A scrapbook of musings about why the world is going crazy.)

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

 

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