while I stop and smell the roses.
Posted by Rae at January 5, 2005 10:54 AM | TrackBackRae, that scratch 'n sniff thing isn't working. ;)
Posted by: Joe at January 5, 2005 02:45 PMA flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.
(William Blake)
Posted by: Eduardo at January 6, 2005 01:47 PMThanks for sharing those lovely words.
Posted by: Rae at January 8, 2005 02:02 PMI am wondering where Joe scratched! (hee hee)
Posted by: Kelli with an I at January 9, 2005 06:32 AM:::laughing::: Good one, K w/I.
Ummm, yeah, Joe, just what did you scratch?
Posted by: Rae at January 9, 2005 10:17 AMI scratched on the roses, like you're supposed to, silly. I already knew the other flower (on the masthead) thingy is broken. Sheesh, I'm not that dumb. :D
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