Sep. 18th, 2007

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Sep. 18th, 2007 01:52 am
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Well, that was an anticlimax. Turned up at the doctor to find that the nurse who'd been going to do syringing was ill, and that they'd tried to phone me but of course I had been out.

So next week, then.

Birthday cake/s all gone. I must get back to a life without fudge icing. Sniff.

Things to do: write a lot. Knit a lot. Work. Sort out costume for Yaoicon. Read. Stuff.

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A Cider Song
To J.S.M.

THE wine they drink in Paradise
They make in Haute Lorraine;
God brought it burning from the sod
To be a sign and signal rod
That they that drink the blood of God
Shall never thirst again.

The wine they praise in Paradise
They make in Ponterey,
The purple wine of Paradise,
But we have better at the price;
It's wine they praise in Paradise,
It's cider that they pray.

The wine they want in Paradise
They find in Plodder's End,
The apple wine of Herford,
Of Hafod Hill and Herford,
Where woods went down to Herford,
And there I had a friend.

The soft feet of the blessed go
In the soft western vales,
The road of the silent saints accord,
The road from heaven to Herford,
Where the apple wood of Herford
Goes all the way to Wales.

-- G. K. Chesterton

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