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Thursday, July 15, 2004
I have finished my present!
I have finished my present for my cousins wedding! It looks so great! I wish that i could show you it.
It is a candle holder. I made it myself. I made it in my Tech ed class in school. It is made out of wood. It is two bears looking at each other with a heart seperating them. The hole for the candle is in the heart. It is really nice. I painted it with brown, red, and white paint. The bears are brown, the heart is red, and the base that all this sits on is white. It looks like its in the clouds or something.
I really hope that my cousin likes it. I made it just for her and her new husband.
Oh, and my myotaku just reached 200 views! This is great. I just hope that more people would sign my guestbook!
Here is todays poem:
Lullaby
Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.
Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie upon
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
While an abstract insight wakes
Among the glaciers and the rocks
The hermit's carnal ecstasy.
Certainty, fidelity
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibrations of a bell
And fashionable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreaded cards foretell,
Shall be paid, but from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.
Beauty, midnight, vision dies:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of welcome show
Eye and knocking heart may bless,
Find our mortal world enough;
Noons of dryness find you fed
By the involuntary powers,
Nights of insult let you pass
Watched by every human love.
9 Days until my cousins wedding!
Well, thats it. Talk to ya later.
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