« Reply #84 on: January 15, 2010, 01:03:11 PM »
Not anymore. Just give him lots of toys to play with
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O Rose, Thou art sick! The invisible worm that flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed of crimson joy: and his dark secret love, Does thy life destroy.
William Blake, The Sick Rose