Let us repair to our haunts of yore
A fine excuse for running down
A book forgotten all the more
And for curiosity, a frown
A stool for feet still sore.
Marry good fellows, a toast it is
Make glass ring out the hours
And pour it out, and shake the fist
Even bring out the sours
No libation would go amiss.
Let us have a song then, who can sing
Even he cannot recall the words
Let not this shame here cause a sting
Nor offense be drawn to swords
For we are all just remembering.
I'm back. I'll be doing art work for a game project by GATO (http://grown-gato.tumblr.com) called 'Legend of Grack'.
So far I've put up one piece of co
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That's not true. Even the Sufi, who are the most mystical and most fain to interpret the holy war as spiritual only, engage in it at times as a matter of men and arms. You are simply engaging in Taqiyya. Please do not waste good comment space with such prevarication!