tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91624705870438436472011-04-21T13:13:41.683-07:00Gnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162470587043843647.post-89829487055598188492007-01-24T22:22:00.000-08:002007-01-24T22:23:51.064-08:00I come from the land of the ice and snow.<br /><br />That land is called Eramia.<br /><br />It is full of buildings (not made from ice and snow, don't be silly) and bridges and lakes and ice and snow. Some times there's even a clown that walks down the middle of the street and jumps up and down like clowns often do and hums a strange song about Eramia. I cannot repeat this song here because children might find it, and this song is not a children's song. This song is, Sunday in Eramia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162470587043843647-8982948705559818849?l=eramia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gnoreply@blogger.com1