WARNING, this is my first attempt at a home page, and it will constantly be under construction/destruction. I accept no responsibility in any way or form, for any damage either mental or physical that may occur to anyone (or any equipment that they use) who reads this page or follows any of its links.
Basically this means abandon hope all ye who through these pages peruse:)
lets start with something nice and easy, just to give you something to read while i get on with designing this place
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime-
Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle
Now melt into softness, now madden to crime?
Know ye the land of the ceder and vine,
Where the flowers ever blossom, the beams ever shine,
And the light wings of Zephyr, oppressed with perfume,
Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gul in their bloom?
Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit
And the voice of the nightingale never is mute-
Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,
And all save the spirit of man is divine?
'Tis the land of the East - 'tis the clime of the Sun-
Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done?
Oh, wild as the accents of lovers' farewell
Are the hearts that they bear and the tales that they tell!
(byron)
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