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Aimee

Member since 2004 · Posted 27 May 2005 · Edited 28 May 2005 · 6 comments

With a crooked smile, I rejoice. With a heavy heart, I confess. Your sadness brings our happiness and for this I am truly sorry.

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[9] Dovina 27-May-05/4:56 PM Reply

Title is great; wish you'd done more with it. Leave out "It is".

[n/a] deleted user › Dovina 27-May-05/5:02 PM Reply

'wish you'd done more with it' is an euphemism for 'what the hell she's talking about'. If the first two words are deleted, comma's will be needed in mid-sentence.

[9] Dovina › deleted user 27-May-05/10:36 PM Reply

I think it should be he's, not she's.

With a crooked smile, I rejoice.
With a heavy heart, I confess.

[n/a] deleted user › Dovina 28-May-05/6:49 PM Reply

This is the first board I know of where poems can be altered after posting. Confusing. Because I understood that it erases all comments, but mine is still there I see.

[n/a] LintyWeenis 28-May-05/3:18 PM Reply

I wasn't sure what to do with the title. I wrote it about her, so I saw it fitting.
Thanks for the tips :)

[9] Dovina 30-May-05/6:36 PM Reply

Codependency perhaps, I say whatever works. A complex issue made clearer in just a few words.