Creato da: Miyuina il 12/02/2005
MÁRGARÉT, áre you gríeving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leáves, líke the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Áh! ás the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you wíll weep and know why. Now no matter, child, the name: Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same. Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed What heart heard of, ghost guessed: It ís the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for.
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Post n°171 pubblicato il 16 Settembre 2005 da Miyuina
Yesterday it was a really pleasant day: the sun was shining and birds were singing therefore I decided to take my dog out for a walk, just the two of us, since I had been away from home for a long time because of my important, stressful and busy job, which takes away from me far too many energies, so many that most of the times I can barely keep my eyes open, with the result that I can’t take him out, and the dog was so happy indeed about my idea that he started to jump on me with so much enthusiasm that I fell down on my bottom, hurting myself and the pain made me incapable of walking properly so, very sadly, I informed the dog about the change of programs, however he just ignored me and went out walking alone, by now used to going out alone.
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