Posted by Sigismund on September 7, 2009, at 19:16:30
In reply to doing bad again...not sure how much more i can tak, posted by uncouth on September 4, 2009, at 18:23:30
Your med trials have been adventurous and extensive and the results of them are impossible to predict
I expect you know this, but in case you don't.....No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
Comforter, where, where is your comforting?
Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?My cries heave, herds-long; huddle in a main, a chief-
woe, world-sorrow; on an age-old anvil wince and sing--
Then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked "No ling-
ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief."O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap
May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small
Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,
Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.
poster:Sigismund
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