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Aug 15, 2009 09:15

"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;"

I really really have a fancy for this poem. Idk why. I really liked my Modern British Lit class last fall. I miss it. I'm taking "The History, Structure, and Phonology Of The English Language" and I have a feeling it may be a long semester. The only date you really need to know for that class is 1066. Orientation for freshman is on Monday. The Cheerleading Club has a table. Of course I'm running it and got everything ready. Oh well...thank God for school.
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