-55- Have some Herrick

[inhumandog]

Consider those of innocent minds, this advice once given.

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a flying:
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.

Dying. Not dead. Not alive. Dying. In the process of death. We can deviate from the rest of the poem to this one particular point that, admittedly, is quite off topic, but

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[heavenonthemind]

Why do you even read poetry?

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[inhumandog]

I enjoy it. It gives me things to think about.

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[heavenonthemind]

Depressing things.

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[inhumandog]

It's not depressing. It's...interesting.

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[heavenonthemind]

Of course, my mistake.

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[inhumandog]

You don't believe me?

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[heavenonthemind]

I don't believe that poetry can be "interesting."

Singing, yes, but poetry, no.

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[inhumandog]

Are songs not a form of poetry?

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[heavenonthemind]

Yes.

No, that's ridiculous.

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[inhumandog]

You are just being stubborn now.

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[heavenonthemind]

Not stubborn. I much prefer singing to the dreary poems you recite.

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[inhumandog]

You sing dreary songs, Judas.

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[heavenonthemind]

Not to you.

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[inhumandog]

But you do sing them, love.

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[heavenonthemind]

...I do.

But, let me sing you a happy one.

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[inhumandog]

In person, I hope?