Post by Toad-Killer-Dog on Sept 30, 2009 9:29:18 GMT -5
Thanks that put a smile on my face.
"For a look or a word, scarce thought or heard, I follow a fading fire. "Past bead and bell and the hangman's cell, like a harp-call of desire. "I may not see the road I ride for the witch-fire lamps that gleam; "But phantoms glide at my bridle-side, and I follow a nameless Dream." R.E. Howard