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Well i'm not gonna be on here that much cuz I have three tests on Monday
and I really have to study. ( never did before )

I think i'll give you the poem now.

It was not death, for I stood up by Emily Dickinson.

It was not death, for I stood up,
And all the dead lie down;
It was not night, for all the bells
Put out thier tongues, for noon.

It was not frost, for on my flesh
I felt siroccos crawl,~
Nor fire, for just my marble feet
Could keep a chancel cool.

And yet it tasted like them all;
The figures I have seen
Set orderly, for burial,
Reminded me of mine,

As if my life were shaven
And fitted to a frame,
And could not breathe without a key;
And 'twas like midnight, some,

When everything that ticked has stopped,
And space stares, all around,
Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns,
Repeal the beating ground.

But most like chaos,~stopless, cool,~
Without a chance or spar,
Or even a report of land
To justify despair.

Well I think after I get off here i'm gonna watch some vidoes then watch tv and study.

THATS ALL FOLKS





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