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I dreamed I was a crystal bird Caught in perpetual flight
I'd ascend and glide and descend and ride On the wind and never alight I had a most distressing dream last night
Glass enclosed, exposed wherever I flew With no control and a crystal soul That one could see right thru
No ethereal nest where I could rest I was frightened by what I knew That my two crystal legs were broken in two
When I awoke my heart was beating fast As if all night and endless flight An eternity had passed
As I shook my head and slipped from my bed Released from the prism, at last I stepped upon a bit of shattered glass
― Ol Bertie Dastard, Monday, 14 April 2008 01:59 (seventeen years ago)
Your mother is afraid of love
― gzip, Thursday, 31 July 2008 10:06 (sixteen years ago)
what
― Ol Bertie Dastard, Tuesday, 5 August 2008 01:53 (sixteen years ago)
your mother -- does she have problems with love??
― Pylon Gnasher, Wednesday, 6 August 2008 18:53 (sixteen years ago)