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Tuesday, August 02, 2005

A quick tale 57

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When she was down, every poem was written for her. Every line told her story. When she was happy, she only needed a cup of tea.
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9 comments:

  1. monuAugust 02, 2005 10:38 am

    nice, yet again....
    it is strange,isnt it? teh insights we get when we are sad....
    :)

    every sorrow has a reason,
    i am here to only your eye, said
    my latest sorrow
    :)

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  2. monuAugust 02, 2005 10:39 am

    iam here only to open your eye, said the latest sorrow!

    --sorry abt the typo!

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  3. AnonymousAugust 02, 2005 12:23 pm

    heheh... Love this one, Ammani. So aptly observed!

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  4. SuzeAugust 02, 2005 12:54 pm

    amazing!
    simply amazing

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  5. AnonymousAugust 02, 2005 1:13 pm

    This seems as if it's written about me! :)

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  6. nibujohnAugust 02, 2005 1:59 pm

    well, here is one poem that talks about her when she is happy, happy that she is not sad at this moment.

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  7. The ramblings of a shoe fiendAugust 02, 2005 4:17 pm

    or a tumbler of leo filter coffee. madrasa?

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  8. kaaju katliAugust 03, 2005 4:50 am

    true.

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  9. ananthaAugust 03, 2005 7:32 pm

    Substitute the "she" with a "he" and this would be true in that case too.

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