"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!"
The Hermit cross'd his brow.
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say—
What manner of man art thou?"

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Friday, March 12, 2004

last night, i had to write in my diary to remember how i felt... ain't it funny how you used to treasure moments even when you were still a kid? it's nostalgia extreme! well.... here comes the sun.

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