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| Butterfly (profile) wrote, on 3-29-2005 at 7:46pm | |
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| -Richard Cory - Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich - yes, richer than a king - And admirably schooled in every grace; In fine we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head. That is such a great poem. It's just truth leaking out and making you realize that you never Really know someone, no matter what you think. i never did go sleep....now its to late to...life sucks .:.Me.:. |
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joslyn_julia | 03-30-05 3:50pm i love that poem |