"At Cadiz he saw a (polychrome 😉)..."
“From a Book of Hours
Bearing white myrrh and incense, autumn melts
Through flower and fruit and combed blonde straw;
Thunder looms on the mountain forest-belt;
The winter firewood purrs beneath the saw.
Our garden scents upbillow like the veils
Of Solomon’s Temple, shimmer in the rain,
And all is peace. Slowly the daylight falls,
And voice and lute bring back the stars again.”
–-Charles Spear
They've never met a problem yet that "more surveillance" wasn't the answer to.
Two Parrots Took a Walk Together in Spring.
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