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paradigmshifty
Apr. 27th, 2007 12:50 am (UTC)
Japanese meme sheep? Would you say that they'd been fleeced? Sheeple?

This post should have been flocked :-)
psuedonym777
Apr. 27th, 2007 01:16 am (UTC)
They might be feeling a bit sheepish....

The million dollar question now would have to be: "How long until Japan declares war on New Zealand?" :oP
paradigmshifty
Apr. 27th, 2007 01:34 am (UTC)
It'll be the Falkland Islands all over again...
psuedonym777
Apr. 27th, 2007 03:38 am (UTC)
Due to poor language translation, we regret to inform you that Japan has bombed the Baldwins..... :oP
paradigmshifty
Apr. 27th, 2007 04:06 am (UTC)
Aren't the Baldwins bombed most of the time anyway?
omegamorningsta
Apr. 27th, 2007 01:05 am (UTC)
Ewe think they would have known better!

Yeah they should all be sheepish for falling for such a shaggy dog tale!

Baa haa haa
fishlivejournal
Apr. 27th, 2007 02:09 pm (UTC)
And behold the great oracle snopes speaks, and say 'nay, tis false':
http://www.snopes.com/critters/lurkers/poodlesheep.asp
at least this newspaper did mention that it was probably a hoax...better than many!
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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