Wednesday, January 02, 2008

The rime of the ancient mariner

A thin layer of winter glazes the Fishermen's Memorial.
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2 comments:

  1. Anonymous11:07 AM

    The ice was here, the ice was there,
    The ice was all around:
    It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
    Like noises in a swound!

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  2. Rhea12:02 PM

    Very good blog title. I was thinking the same thing this morning. How rime-y it is today.

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