Sunday, October 01, 2006
It was no dream;I lay broad waking:
But all is turned,thorough my gentleness,
Into a strange fashion or forsaking;
And I have leave to go of her goodness,
And she also to use newfangleness.
But since that i so kindly am served,
I would fain know what she hath deserved.
Tell me, what am i to do
SLEEP WITH ALL THE LIGHTS OFF YOU'RE NOT SO HAPPY YOUR'E NOT SO SURE
XO+XO=2XO
