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Writer's Block: Taxmen and Poetry

  • Apr. 15th, 2009 at 7:56 PM
veillady

It's Tax Day in the U.S., a day when the mind might be too occupied with deductions and long lines at the post office to think about poetry. But let's try: what's your favorite line of poetry? Song lyrics count.

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....and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine 



 

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What was your favorite subject in elementary or primary school? Does it have anything to do with your life now?

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History. And the older I get the more it has to do with my life. Soon current events from my younger years will be appearing in students history books if they aren't already.
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Writer's Block: Comped

  • Mar. 7th, 2009 at 10:35 AM
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What's the best compliment you've ever received?

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Your eyes are beautiful they show your intelligence.
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Writer's Block: Deal or No Deal

  • Mar. 5th, 2009 at 9:10 AM
veillady

What's on your list of dealbreakers when it comes to romantic relationships?

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Deception right up there with treating me like I'm just a stupid, needy woman.
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BE STILL AS YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
~ Patrick Mac Donogh

Be still as you are beautiful
Be silent as the rose;
Through miles of starlit countryside
Unspoken worship flows
To reach you in your loveless room
From lonely men whom daylight gave
The blessing of your passing face
Impenetrably grave.

A white owl in the lichened wood
Is circling silently,
More secret and more silent yet
Must be your love to me.
Thus, while about my dreaming head
Your soul in ceaseless vigil goes,
Be still as you are beautiful
Be silent as the rose.


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