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Has cute kids.
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Pendragon
In shadows in the northern highlands,
In the silence of rocky southern copse,
Dwell lingering memories of Tylwyth Teg
Cast from solemn crystal wavebreak.
Endless knot turns, a second death: a legend born.
Fly, purple eagle and your glimmering columns!
Hasten, blue wolf spawn of Ludh:
Cymry, Picti, Attacoti.
Ancient monarch, gifting giver,
A breath of life in dying seed;
Weir's blessing of Llyonesse,
Raven stone of wild rocky fen:
Come thou prince of ancient song
Torc of Britain round his throat!
Justice, battle, trial, peril
Spirited from this worlds-realm.
Storm clouds stir across the sea
Fair-haired, strong and swift their scythe;
Once more the north gale in fury is risen!
Up rise holy Britain's defenders
Aedan's brothers, Aethulwulf's heir.
The wheel turns again a thousand times o'er,
Morgian rises new subtly-clothed:
Lusty the learned and common flock
To feed her insatiable, cavernous blackheart,
Jealous of legend ancient wrought.
'Raptured spirit shall return'
Whisper stone and dell and holly,
Bearing hazel staff of justice
Torc of Llogres upon pure throat.
Upheld by the Gifting Giver, the Swift Sure Hand,
En-crowned upon the Stone of Scone;
Herald of eternal gilded throne
Come to perform the final Hero Feat:
Pendragon lives forevermore.
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 E l s e w h e r e
Scientists find bugs that eat waste and excrete petrol (link added 06.16.08)
Crude oil is being created from genetically modified bug excretions.
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Pringles can designer buried in his work (link added 06.03.08)
Designer of the Pringles can was cremated and his remains kept in a Pringles can.
Read it
P o e t r y
Contented Wi' Little, And Cantie Wi' Mair - Robert Burns
Contented wi' little and cantie wi' mair,
Whene'er I forgather wi' Sorrow and Care,
I gie them a skelp, as they're creepin alang,
Wi' a cog o' guid swats and an auld Scottish sang.
I whyles claw the elbow o' troublesome Thought;
But Man is a soger, and Life is a faught.
My mirth and guid humour are coin in my pouch,
And my Freedom's my lairdship nae monarch daur touch.
A towmond o' trouble, should that be my fa',
A night o' guid fellowship sowthers it a':
When at the blythe end o' our journey at last,
Wha the Deil ever thinks o' the road he has past?
Blind Chance, let her snapper and stoyte on her way,
Be't to me, be't frae me, e'en let the jade gae!
Come Ease or come Travail, come Pleasure or Pain,
My warst word is:- ' Welcome, and welcome again!'
S t o r y
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