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May 03, 2005 18:33

Whenever Richard Cory went down town, 
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown, 
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed, 
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said, 
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich - yes, ( Read more... )

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rasberryxkisses May 3 2005, 23:04:56 UTC
umm i love that poem? today was easily the best day in donohues class?? because i learned... weird... but lovely poem

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jaaaaaane May 4 2005, 00:25:09 UTC
it makes me think

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rasberryxkisses May 4 2005, 02:20:00 UTC
wicked. kinda reminds me of mrs donohue. im sure she is a really sad lady. and she always seems so happy... i bet shes not. starting now, i am going to be really nice to her. because. i just am.

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jaaaaaane May 4 2005, 09:55:31 UTC
despite the fact that she fails to teach us anything, i still feel bad for her. i try and be nice to her but sometimes i get really frustrated. i think it would be very nice of us to be nice. lets do it!

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ashley1219 May 4 2005, 10:25:28 UTC
i enjoied that poem.

first thing i liked in that class that involved, learned.

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