[The following dark millennium has been kindly shared with us by Happy Cow's good friend Simon Drew. When he is not busy gathering no moss, Simon can be found not collecting any lichen, failing to pull together some mould, completely unable to amass any microscopic fungal matter and running the online groups English Stuff and H.A.T.S.T.A.N.D.(O.N.). You can also find his ramarkable picturography in the Happy Cow Gallery. If you enjoyed these ten centuries of evenings, why not show your appreciation by clicking on the 'Like' button at the bottom below. Alternatively, you could streak at a Brisbane Bombers game with the letters S and D temp-tattooed in large print on your buttocks and a love heart on the small of your back, skillfully managing to side-step 3 attempts by the stewards and one by the referee to bring you down, before finally being flattened under the posts by the Bombers' full-back. The choice is yours. Enjoy!]
Oh, thousand nights you spent with me
Were they spent or were they free?
A thousand nights they all were one
And then were melted by rising sun
Hand in hand, heart in heart
walked the road with no start
And silence when we met and left
That laid all words between to rest.
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