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  1. there is only one story

    erica jong

     

    there is only one story:

    he loved her,

    then stopped loving her,

    while she did not

    stop loving him.

     

    there is only one story:

    she loved him,

    then stopped loving him,

    while he did not

    stop loving her.

     

    the truth is simple:

    you do not die

    from love.

     

    you only wish

    you did

     

    First time I've come across this; WOW, nailed it !!! beautiful, tragic, heart rending and gloriously simple..........

  2. Do I have take this s@%t from you every time I look your way? or say hey...

     

    It's about time you shows me your and I'll show you mine !!!!

     

     

    The Wildhearts - true poetry !!!!

  3. DULCE ET DECORUM EST1

     

    Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

    Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

    Till on the haunting flares2 we turned our backs

    And towards our distant rest3 began to trudge.

    Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots

    But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

    Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots4

    Of tired, outstripped5 Five-Nines6 that dropped behind.

     

    Gas!7 Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,

    Fitting the clumsy helmets8 just in time;

    But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,

    And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime9 . . .

    Dim, through the misty panes10 and thick green light,

    As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

    In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,

    He plunges at me, guttering,11 choking, drowning.

     

    If in some smothering dreams you too could pace

    Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

    And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

    His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;

    If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

    Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

    Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud12

    Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,

    My friend, you would not tell with such high zest13

    To children ardent14 for some desperate glory,

    The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est

    Pro patria mori

     

     

     

    War sucks !!!!!!!!!!

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