Astrea...dont be 'ajumpin to yer own conchulsions... Quoting: La Epee de'flambe... 28293300
A spat we had, tis true, but in troof I got tired to the bone of the sorrow story Astrea...
at first I thought you were a woman.
anyway..point being, Tamar was quested with the protection of the waterfowl...and the fowl the protector of the shamir...
anyway..DUDE...."The sisters of The Southern Cross Tonight...fly straight and true...its kinda right...
I am a poet ya bufoon.
If - 'Tis all well and good as yee say
that you watch over some sort of bird, or creature that flies alone the answer here is in the Tobit.
Why then, have I this terrible feeling in every bone?
That those encrusted lol...encrusted into dna...no rites...or "way"
(er..trusted) with knowings of olde we are given senses, which can be honed
Make choice and deed against a choice may be made freely, or under duress...the algorythm of deed, follows...dependant on lov
that the heart the ever bleedsas do we all
taking direction from rotten dusty book, if you are referring to my 1800 Nuttalls Dictionary Sir...at Dawn!!"
instead of from the
Waters of the living brook? Tamar?
what then when night falls, and in secret the bird takes flight?once the southern cross is set right
Having called and called and hearing nothing,3 fowl and seeing black
now returns to higher cloud, before the day
before the crown...
(try not to laugh aloud at my 8th grade poetry)