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Archive for March, 2009

Day 304

day304When a daffodil I see,
Hanging down his head towards me,
Guess I may what I must be :
First, I shall decline my head ;
Secondly, I shall be dead ;
Lastly, safely buried.
-Robert Herrick


Day 303

day303The Brim-Hat Gang checks the latest shipment.


Day 302

day302Gus proves fishing poles are for suckers.


Day 301

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Day 300

day300Up high!


Day 299

day299And then one day Gary’s legs just got up and walked away.


Day 298

day298Timmy approached the bench cautiously. He knew this bus stop was notorious for attracting weirdos.


Day 297

day297A bad day to be a Storm Trooper.


Day 296

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Day 295

day295Weeding.


Day 294

day294Soap box derby


Day 293

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Day 292

day292Sitting. Watching. Waiting.


Day 291

day291Book it.

(Let’s go Orange!!)
((I know nothing about college basketball))


Day 290

day290Exploring the spectrum


Day 289

day289What’s the frequency, Kenneth?


Day 288

day288The ship’s new first mate demonstrates his patented ‘scurvy slam’ move.


Day 287

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Day 286

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Day 285

day285Plotting…