KimmiKitti Posted May 15, 2005 Report Share Posted May 15, 2005 5/15/05 Yo. Im so darn bored I could play with a fake horse I have to remeber this horriblely long poem called love song for class that goes liek this: This, tht I carry like a butterfly,prisoner in my cupped and outstreched hands,but great in its demandsand bears within itself a world of powerI close my hand upon it like a wall.For this there can be neither time nor seasonand of all things upon earthit has the least to do with reason.(I open my hand, finger from palm. Look!This holds within it life, death and birth;used wrong, there is no harm it cannot doLook long, look carefully;This is for you YIKES!!!!!! MY BACK HURTS FROM EVEN TYPING IT!!!!!!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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