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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Mar 31, 2008 16:33:33 GMT -5
I replied, grinning. "I do, indeed."
It was time to a new line, and so I offered, "Save those whose hearts and minds are fickle and brittle."
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Mar 31, 2008 16:46:05 GMT -5
"And can never in such lands find any sympathy," I continued with a note of glee.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Mar 31, 2008 19:37:12 GMT -5
"Save perhaps in that of one's beloved cohort," I continued with a smile.
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Mar 31, 2008 19:41:32 GMT -5
"Though how they could have one, that is quite the riddle," I intoned, even as I realized the sonnet was going terribly off-topic, and I pointedly decided not to worry about it. Instead, I'd keep drinking and finding further excused to enjoy myself- at least for now. No doubt the night would still end alone, as it usually did; at least now I'd have some pleasant memories to carry with me.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Apr 14, 2008 8:33:54 GMT -5
"But when they do, their song's an endless empathy," I continued with a grin. The words were heavy to say, yet I said them, trying to keep my mind on things light and pleasant.
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