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1 Corinthians 13:6

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A poem... [Mar. 21st, 2004|09:32 pm]
1 Corinthians 13:6


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Writing this on the spot, and only here, because I need a way to express emotions without killing off more of my characters.

The first line is actually from a Shakespeare play, but I'm too lazy to remember which one.

To sleep, perchance to dream.
To fly, perchance to sore.
To cry, perchance to escape.
To scream, perchance to express emotion.
One never knows what comes next.
To sleep, perchance to dream.
Tis an amazing idea.

That was crap...and I don't feel any better anyway.

**wanders off**

[User Picture]From: bbreslin
2004-03-21 08:00 pm (UTC)
hah, it's very great.. it reminded me of the part in the movie Angela's Ashes when Frank McCourt is reciting Shakespeare in the bathtub at the hospital.
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