Jan 15, 2011 02:51
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{a lazy inhale, and a slow Italian drawl}
Fuggendo tutte di paura piene,
una gran piova viene.
Qual sdrucciola, qual cade,
qual si punge lo pede:
a terra van ghirlande:
tal ciò c’ ha colto lascia, e tal percuote:
tiensi beata chi più correr puote.
Sì fiso stetti il dì che lor mirai.
ch’ io non m’ avvidi, e tutto mi bagnai.
I dislike what I've been hearing from the townsfolk. It seems....
.... actually, never mind what it seems. {It seems the good doctor must be a tad more aware of who he speaks to and what he says, if he hopes to retain what good reputation he's mustered this past month or so. Mmm.}
What did he say, now, you wonder?
"Then the rain poured down forlorn,
One slipped, another fell,
One trod upon a thorn,
Blossoms were spilled pell-mell,
Some cast aside, some left to lie,
Most fortunate who could swiftest fly:
And while I watched what they would do
The rain-shower drenched me through and through."
I believe I shall merely watch, and avoid being drenched.
I also believe it is near time to find housing more suited to my needs, especially if I hope to treat patients in my home. No one likes a cramped work space.
spike,
sakura haruno,
dawn summers,
!malfatto,
bellatrix lestrange,
joker