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Apr. 14, 2008

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Break, Break, Break

Break, Break, Break,
On they cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.

O well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sisters at play!
O well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, Break, Break,
At the foot of thy crags, O sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.

Lord Alfred Tennyson-

The Flower

Poem lyrics of The Flower by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.

To and fro they went
Thro' my garden bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.

Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
Stole the seed by night.

Sowed it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
"Splendid is the flower!"

Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.

And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.

There you have it people. Some poetry...

This is such a depressing blog. lol. Heres a picture of me at a dance last weekend...
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I'm the short brunette....The tall beautiful blonde is a good friend of mine.

There some happiness. :P

Lata.

D.K

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