YoHf  +  156492 Tue, 08 Nov 05 06:09 PM A friend of mine wrote this amazing poem, but he's too timid to let the world know about it, then I'm posting it... Every comment will be more than welcome... "I'm sinking in pain and sorrow, Love's slying my soul because of you, I reckon my soul is having no tomorrow, cursed for a life-time to play a role I wasn't born to, waiting eagerly for Death to come; Soon I'll be undone, the first I die, the better, now I'm fading, no one matters...   YoHf Joined on Wed, Oct 26 2005 Senior Member 3,347 Shinichi Okazaki.

	Mister Micawber  +  156819 Wed, 09 Nov 05 01:54 PM I can see why your friend doesn't want to post this, YoHf.  It is a personal moan, not a poem for public consumption.  This is just the same thing I mumble to myself every morning when I get up and before I reach the bathroom. Could you ask your friend what slying means? And tell him/her that have should not be in the continuous form here. And that lifetime is unhyphenated. And tell him/her that I hope s/he finds another boy/girlfriend soon. Mister Micawber Joined on Wed, Aug 4 2004 Yokohama Veteran Member 30,841 'The question is,' said Humpty Dumpty, 'which is to be master-- that's all.'