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...the best independent ISP in the Twin Cities
drawn from our lady's garden...
and she waited,
listening to silver bells,
until they returned to
grace Narcissus frilled china.
she wrote in a woman's script,
from windows laced in snow...
of the structure of summer's garden
where apple blooms spoke
and lilies graced the daisy;
when our lady blushed
for the sun, and Camelot.