I raise my hopes
and like pride
they falleth
hard and flat
So now I think
is it better to
have love and lost
than to have loved
It makes one cold
hard and hollow
so that a phase like this
passes with a fleeting glance
I will remember it
and hate it every time
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You have some talent with the poetry.
Thanks you very much.
now now, Sir William....don't be blue. Be....orange! :)
Me, Sir William? You must be daff. No,no, I don't think I am a Sir William, not by a long shot. Um, be Orange? No thank you. I don't think I would like that, Blue is better tahn orange.
no, dear Sir, I am not daft...
and you are right..blue is better than orange. :)
Well then, my fair lady. If you must insist, I dare not decline. Sir I will be, for your sake.
I have turned Black, from Blue.
no dear me, not black! Such a morbid color. And you aren't morbid. Be blue, by all means, and not black.
Well, if you won't let me be black, I will choose Silver. Not Blue.
I'm black :)
oh all right, you persistent boy..I suppose you may be silver. ;)
O thats right over-look the black guy's post.
Thank you my lady. Silver it is.
well...if you want to be black, very well, Joseph, but it isn't a very flattering color.
Is Silver very flattering?
well..it's shiny.. :)
Shiny? Sure.
ORANGE ROCKS!!!!!!!
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