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Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Some Say Love, It is a River 



One day, a young gentleman was walking about his country garden when he came across a lone rose growing out of the bramble. This fellow, a well-groomed and elegant fop, said out loud to no one in particular, "I do say, that is a lovely flower! Perhaps I shall affix it to my lapel!"



But just as he bent down to pluck his prize, he heard a tiny voice scream, "Stay away, she's mine!" The refined and genteel jack-a-dandy, ill-equipped for handling confrontation, fainted on the spot. And with that, a triumphant little cricket bounded away with a thrust of her hind legs.