September 19th, 2004

morning coffee

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It has been a rather dreary weekend here, overcast, foggy and cold enough to shiver me timbers.

Oh, yeah... it's International Talk Like a Pirate Day -- ye scurvy landlubbers!

When I was a wee lad of 7 or 8, I had to write a poem for school. It went something like this:

I'd like to be a pirate bold,
And steal tons and tons of gold...

There was more, but fortunately I can't remember it.
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