The sea is thy mirror, thou regardest thy soul In its mighteous waves that unendingly roll, And thy spirit is yet not a chasm less drear.

Artists and others who have grown up in firless countries can have no idea of the true grandeur and beauty of a real forest...

HAHA. That dirty Mudslum's head is gone. lol.

I have drunk en-ee-cee-tee-ay-ar from the ef-ell-oh-doubleyou-ee-ar-ess in his gee-ay-ar-dee-ee-en many a time.