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I've decided. I'm not going anywhere. It just feels wrong and over the top and I want to be able to talk to LJ and SA about this and not feel like we're just pestering them so much they're all sick of us. I want them to find a solution because they want to.
Perhaps I am a tad naive but there you have it.
I doubt I'll be posting tomorrow as I won't be around but until then I share with you a poem read at Linda Smith's tribute last night that I'm sure many of you know and that I LOVE.
Sheenagh Pugh - Sometimes
Sometimes things don't go, after all,
From bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
Faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail,
Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war;
Elect an honest man; decide they care
Enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they are born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go
Amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
That seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.
Perhaps I am a tad naive but there you have it.
I doubt I'll be posting tomorrow as I won't be around but until then I share with you a poem read at Linda Smith's tribute last night that I'm sure many of you know and that I LOVE.
Sheenagh Pugh - Sometimes
Sometimes things don't go, after all,
From bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
Faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail,
Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war;
Elect an honest man; decide they care
Enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they are born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go
Amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
That seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.