Onions
My darling onion,
everytime i cut you
it puts me in tears
everytime i cut you
it puts me in tears
posted by Yuki at
12:18 PM
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'And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe; And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale…' William Shakespeare, As You Like It, II:7
About Me
- Name: Yuki
- Location: Sydney, New South Wales, Australia
"A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else can be only a footnote." - Yevgeny Yevtushenko
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- Get Out Of Jail Free
- Vexed by singing birds
- Mother Gave It To Her
- Ridiculous looking hat = good luck?
- Rain drops keep fallin on my head...
- F*cking Exams!
- Sardines
- You-just-got-raped-by-Cadbury-month
- *sniffles*
- Stuffed
4 Comments:
Last line, try
"it brings me to tears"
Just something cliche like to fit in with "my darling" because right now the last line just sounds kind of awkward.
L.
By
Anonymous, at April 11, 2005 8:41 PM
my darling onion,
everytime i cut you
it brings me to tears
hmmm.... I'm not too sure about that one. they both equally awkward to me =\
By
Yuki, at April 11, 2005 9:51 PM
I saw you repost it and we hold a vote.
L.
By
Anonymous, at April 11, 2005 11:21 PM
Repost i shall then.
By
Yuki, at April 12, 2005 6:53 PM
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