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Tuesday, March 23, 2004


  
Well, hey. Life certainly is odd, now isn't it? I think I like one of my friends. I don't know what to do. I've never seen him this way, & I've known him for a year. Life just wants to spite me. On the upside, I did find this poem I like. It goes:

As long as I live
I shall always be
My Self-and no other,
Just me.
Like a tree.
Like a willow or elder,
An aspen, a thorn,
Or a cypress forlorn.
Like a flower,
For its hour
A primrose, a pink,
Or a violet-
Sunned by the sun,
And with dewdrops wet.
Always just me.

Cool, huh? Well, G2G! Bye!

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