dangerpronered has increased the He concentration on my infopage by about eight thousand percent. huh.
also, a something rolled off my fingers, though it's awfully short-I lost a lullaby today -
I slept him on a string -
When summer's wingtips wound down low,
He oped his eyes - to sing -
Such shrill contentment fluttered forth -
the lunar rhymes of dawning -
I curled and closed, and when I woke,
the songlorn thread lay, waning -
so also, I would appreciate a nap. I should study strong verb classes, though. If I don't know something well enough to make bad puns about it, then I don't really know it very well at all, now do I? Eh?. rr.