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Name: Mynnia | Name: Mynnia | ||
q) shy, not grumpy | q) shy, not grumpy. say hello, tell me story<br /> | ||
w) wants to be able to survive far from civilisation<br /> | w) wants to be able to survive far from civilisation and money<br /> | ||
e) doesn't know what | e) doesn't know what direction to take; dabbles in everything<br /> | ||
r) likes to | r) likes to lurk and silently muck about<br /> | ||
t) is constantly amazed<br /> | t) is constantly amazed<br /> | ||
y) started sewing | y) just started sewing<br /> | ||
u) will have a revolution one day<br /> | u) will have a revolution one day UPDATE: whoops, wishing works<br /> | ||
i) favourite pasttime: thinking about how thinking works | i) favourite pasttime: thinking about how thinking works <br /> | ||
o) and how people and other animals work and why | o) and how people and other animals work and why <br /> | ||
p) maybe philosophy isn't just a past-time for the elderly | p) maybe philosophy isn't just a past-time for the elderly <br /> | ||
q) No, I'm not sure what's wrong with me <br /> <br /> | |||
The Road goes ever on and on | |||
Down from the door where it began. | |||
Now far ahead the Road has gone, | |||
And I must follow, if I can, | |||
Pursuing it with eager feet, | |||
Until it joins some larger way | |||
Where many paths and errands meet. | |||
And whither then? I cannot say. | |||
Version vom 14. März 2011, 10:58 Uhr
Name: Mynnia
q) shy, not grumpy. say hello, tell me story
w) wants to be able to survive far from civilisation and money
e) doesn't know what direction to take; dabbles in everything
r) likes to lurk and silently muck about
t) is constantly amazed
y) just started sewing
u) will have a revolution one day UPDATE: whoops, wishing works
i) favourite pasttime: thinking about how thinking works
o) and how people and other animals work and why
p) maybe philosophy isn't just a past-time for the elderly
q) No, I'm not sure what's wrong with me
The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.
