Curling, mighty, wild words!
Might a comparison be permitted,
Versus a celtic knot bordering a page?
Or could your simple beauty be compared
to a white and wintery day?
Nay, for you have inner meaning,
For you have wisdom in your
deep black, red, or blueness.
Old, and forever, the lovely written word!
Of a thousand hundred languages
Of a billion pages
Another few to add to your endless...
to your depthless measure.
Perhaps my poem is thanks enough
For the greatness of the word.
...(Typed or written.)
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"Alright. No one's killin anyfolk today as account we have a very tight schedule, Yosaffbridge. we'll get on about our... DROP IT, NOW!"
- Malcolm Reynolds, "Trash"
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Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!
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"Alright. No one's killin anyfolk today as account we have a very tight schedule, Yosaffbridge. we'll get on about our... DROP IT, NOW!"
- Malcolm Reynolds, "Trash"
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Remember the fox
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Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!
Today a new friend
Kwieskita is her screenname
Finally, someone.
I think that your name is three syllables... kwie-SKI-ta. That's how I pronounced it...
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Remember the fox
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Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!
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