Because I'm still in a Medieval poetry mood, I give you Caedmon's hymn:
Nu sculon herigean heofonrices weard,
meotodes meahte and his modgeþanc,
weorc wuldorfæder, swa he wundra gehwæs,
ece drihten, or onstealde.
He ærest sceop eorðan bearnum
heofon to hrofe, halig scyppend;
þa middangeard moncynnes weard,
ece drihten, æfter teode
firum foldan, frea ælmihtig.
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The daily life of a Seattle college student and anything that catches my fancy.
About Me
What's Stuck in My Head
The Clash - London Calling
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I, live by the river
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I, live by the river
Things to Cook
Cottage Cheese
More Yogurt
Masaman Curry
Butter Chicken
Fudgesicles
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