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by
e2reneta
Tue Nov 27 2001 at 18:11:48
Blame
me not, love, that I do
wear
An ever-changing
hue
;
You are my sunshine
, and I bear
My lights and
shades
from you.
Do not your
lover
, love,
upbraid
To show a
hasty
mind
;
The heaven itself is not more
staid
,
So you continue
kind
.
I am your
instrument
, dear love;
And if the
tone
be jarred,
Those strings which should in
concord
move
Are touched
amiss
and
mar
red.
William Roscoe Caldwell
,
Poems
(
1860
)
Tomorrow's just an excuse away
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it
I used to love women from afar. Of course, now they call it stalking.
Where there's smoke there's fire
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I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
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