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Rosalind - 2003-02-25 15:27:01
"Me believe it! you may as soon make her that you love believe it; which, I warrant, she is apter to do than to confess she does; that is one of the points in the which women still give the lie to their consciences. But, in good sooth, are you he that hangs the verses on the trees, wherein Rosalind is so admired??"
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Rosalind - 2003-02-25 15:28:38
"Me believe it! you may as soon make her that you love believe it; which, I warrant, she is apter to do than to confess she does; that is one of the points in the which women still give the lie to their consciences. But, in good sooth, are you he that hangs the verses on the trees, wherein Rosalind is so admired??"
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candora - 2003-02-27 10:14:36
She speaks to me in poetry of ages long and far away, of love and rime done well in kind, but better left unsaid in deed. Am I to recognize the pen or promise more to be faithul to deeper powers of meanings within the heart that holds the pen? Oh, wouldst thou true believe in heart and mind the love we bear, without a doubt in hope alone, pray worship me as I do you.
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nebulous - 2003-02-28 03:06:31
"words are words and live lives of their own," even after they've left the safety of their fishbowl.
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candora - 2003-02-28 17:45:01
truer words were never birthed... thank you for being, for being here, and for accepting the applause you inspire so often as you give life to words.
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