Posted by Glencora on January 13, 1999 at 05:55:51:
In Reply to: My Pearl Handled Guns posted by Jeffrey on January 13, 1999 at 05:16:32:
Captain, My Captain,
To a heart so unmanned I can direct no barbs or arrows.
I came to the field, armed, ready for combat. A war of words, with victory or death the only acceptable outcome, had been my determination.
But my weapons are dulled, and my wits stilled.
The victory, oh Captain of my heart,
is yours.
Glencora
: Tis true, I did give away my guns to a man far more able than eye eye, say no more.
: There is no need for such bickering over me, this I assure you, raise your bows if you must, and charge them with arrows aimed at my heart.
: There are many there already so a few more, stand I will, in the hope that an exchange of words which incase you are not aware are thoughts, will be allowed betwixt whomever and whenever.
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: My chest is bared ready....................
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: Jeffrey
: : You misdirect your considerable wrath, "Oh Captain, My Captain." I, and not the "Byron" besotted Ariel, said the words that offended you so.
: : As for the pain words can proffer. I have suffered under a raging cornucopia of verbal assaults, as well as any other, you care to name.
: : Whatever pain you would have me suffer, I've suffered already, in quantities too vast to measure.
: : My aching and pain'd heart shall slink back to it's sinful den of iniquity and unspeakable vice.
: : Glencora