Mar 01, 2006 22:48
She sits.
She waits, lonely by her computer.
The SiMs plays, but she is empty inside.
She wants for someone to take away her inner struggles, but no one rises to the challenge. She waits for a call, one that she never receives,
and still she sits.
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WHEN I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies 5
But keep your fancy free.’
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again, 10
‘The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
’Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue.’
And I am two-and-twenty, 15
And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.
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