A lost treasure i discovered amongst a pile of things, outside and badly weathered, swollen fat with broken back, but every page still in tact. Eight hundred pages wrapped in lovely blue, hundred year old print (Byron Poems), what "lucky-day" for you.
know what they say, "One man's trash..." [just bein' silly] haven't gotten on here in a while and written anything (still writing though) still get on and read too, often... thanks for all the follows :)