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Lead singer of Whitesnake and Deep Purple. Coach of the Philadelphia Eagles, St. Louis Rams, and Kansas City Chiefs. Just to name a few! .
Welcome to my blog, where I write mostly about my passions cross stitching, patchwork and applique, and watercolour painting. I hope you enjoy reading about my projects, and that you will leave a comment before you go. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask. Please scroll down to the bottom of the page to find my labels, if you are looking for something specific. Als je vragen hebt, aarzel dan niet om ze te stellen.
Sunday, May 28, 2006. Terribly - well, not only sorry. Cos being only sorry is a negative thing.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007. Now the spring birds have flown To the full maturity of Summer,. Tender leaves have grown Like pale yellow shades. Under the service of a green god. Brewed and bottled in Winter and Fall. Warms my breast in broiling mash. Poisoning my blood- -Carving curses in my softer thought. On artery, vein, and capillary To the outermost. The tree sings wondrous, leafy melody.