Saturday, September 15, 2012
Oh my! Oh my! They took Ky away last night! His adopted parents said that the Officials are bringing him to the Outer Provinces to fight in the war against the "Enemy"! Guys, he's most likely to be killed! KILLED! Oh my gosh! I love him so much!
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Hey, sorry I've haven't been on since yesterday. This morning, the Officials said that they are moving our family to the Farmlands. I'm not going. I have to do what my heart says. Even if it says that take a dangerous route. This is my last post. Goodbye.
DO NOT GO GENTLE.
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Hey, sorry I've haven't been on since yesterday. This morning, the Officials said that they are moving our family to the Farmlands. I'm not going. I have to do what my heart says. Even if it says that take a dangerous route. This is my last post. Goodbye.
DO NOT GO GENTLE.
Hey, I'm back from hiking. Oh my gosh, you guys know Livy, right? She has long, blonde hair and talks a lot. Anyway, when I got to The Hill, she was flirting with Ky!! Yes, Ky Markham! Can you believe it?! She can't even play Prisoner's Dilemma( I'm not sure what that has to with anything, but still! Everybody knows how to play Prisoner's Dilemma)! Gurr! Thankfully she was partnered with Tay and I was partnered with Ky. Thanks for listening to my little rant session. I don't even know why I care that Livy was flirting with Ky. Or maybe I do..... Maybe I have feelings for Ky.....
Poem of the Week
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
"Do not go gentle into that good night"by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Favorite Poem :)
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