I am, of course, none other than blank verse. I don't know where I'm going, yes, quite right; And when I get there (if I ever do) I might not recognise it. So? Your point? Why should I have a destination set? I'm relatively happy as I am, And wouldn't want to be forever aimed Towards some future path or special goal. It's not to do with laziness, as such. It's just that one the whole I'd rather not Be bothered - so I drift contentedly; An underrated way of life, I find. | What Poetry Form Are You?
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If they told you I'm mad, then they lied. I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive. I'm the triolet, bursting with pride; If they told you I'm mad, then they lied. No, it isn't obsessive. Now hide All the spoons or I might get convulsive. If they told you I'm mad then they lied. I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive. | What Poetry Form Are You?
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I suppose there is truth to both.
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Date: 2007-04-12 10:39 pm (UTC)*nods earnestly* Oh, yes - we could put them in your room, if you like. They won't age if the TARDIS doesn't want them to.
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Date: 2007-04-12 10:57 pm (UTC)...I'll have to thank the TARDIS then for keeping them immortal.
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Date: 2007-04-12 10:59 pm (UTC)I am sure the TARDIS will appreciate your gratitude.
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Date: 2007-04-12 11:06 pm (UTC)I'm glad then.
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Date: 2007-04-12 11:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-12 11:25 pm (UTC)