Bloomsday Comes But Once A Year
Bloom with careful hand clutched his flower.
Smell the almost no smell. Language of. Yes. We are here to read. Sweets of sin, old sweet song.
Sighing, he peered out into the gathering dusk.
I am a. I am a.
posted by St. Anthony at Saturday, June 16, 2007
5 Comments:
Did you eat a kidney to celebrate?
Muted celebrations this year, no kidneys for brekkers and, due to being hungover, not the usual alcoholic tribute. Out thoughts, though, were with the old boy, and Bloom too.
happy belated bloomsday
Cheers ... as Joyce said, once or twice.
Beautiful beyond extreme. Extremely belated Bloomsday.
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