About Me
- Name: Nick W.
- Location: Wisconsin, United States
Libertarian observations from within the Ivory Tower by an archivist, librarian and researcher.
Email me at
libertarian_librarian@hotmail.com
Worth a visit or two
- Andrew Sullivan
- The Ornery American
- Iraq the Model
- Dennis the Peasant
- Tim Blair
- James Lileks
- Views from the other side of the aisle
- Views from the XX side of genetics
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A university is just a group of buildings gathered around a library. ~Shelby Foote
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Thursday's Babelfish Poem
You can thus listen
With much less color and cry
The scream of sexism
In the existence, in our future, in our children
The step is extended and the season is a lot
Have we all the responsible sensation
At the time of the race superiority complex?
Still struck I deeply
Deeply insincere schmuck
Forwards I worked there briefly
Who wrote a charming small poem
As for me, everything is not read
The past night has begun
The citizens, they are in the advanced part of before
And in them, to make responsible all for sins
As for that, it is everything which I really can conceive
Remembers her, respects her,
But the God,
Lets it go.
With much less color and cry
The scream of sexism
In the existence, in our future, in our children
The step is extended and the season is a lot
Have we all the responsible sensation
At the time of the race superiority complex?
Still struck I deeply
Deeply insincere schmuck
Forwards I worked there briefly
Who wrote a charming small poem
As for me, everything is not read
The past night has begun
The citizens, they are in the advanced part of before
And in them, to make responsible all for sins
As for that, it is everything which I really can conceive
Remembers her, respects her,
But the God,
Lets it go.
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