DO not....

• ratinacage

  5 Feb 04, 15:12

  Do not your flowers or your words keep
  in your mind or your heart so deep,
  cause one day the flowers will have to be laid,
  over my tombstone with the words left unsaid.
• skinnybeanie

  5 Feb 04, 15:37

  Originally posted by ratinacage:

  Do not your flowers or your words keep
  in your mind or your heart so deep,
  cause one day the words will have to be laid,
  over my tombstone with the words left unsaid.

  would prefer if this word is replaced with "flowers"
  
  just a suggestion
• ratinacage

  5 Feb 04, 16:10

  Originally posted by skinnybeanie:

  would prefer if this word is replaced with "flowers"
  
  just a suggestion

  
• skinnybeanie

  5 Feb 04, 16:19

  
• ratinacage

  5 Feb 04, 16:24

  Originally posted by skinnybeanie:

  

  thanks for pointing it out......malu me.....muahahahahaa
• choco B

  5 Feb 04, 16:25

  You wrote it? Very nice leh
  
  

  Originally posted by ratinacage:

  thanks for pointing it out......malu me.....muahahahahaa

• skinnybeanie

  5 Feb 04, 16:26

  Originally posted by ratinacage:

  thanks for pointing it out......malu me.....muahahahahaa

  paiseh for malu-ing you.. sori hor...
  nxt time i PM u
• ratinacage

  5 Feb 04, 16:29

  Originally posted by choco B:

  You wrote it? Very nice leh
  
  

  
  
  got too much dead frds......thats why.....
• KittynMeow

  5 Feb 04, 16:29

  at first i thot this thread got something to do with this poem by Dylan Thomas... which is also one of my favourites...
  
  DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
  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.
  
  
• ratinacage

  5 Feb 04, 16:30

  Originally posted by skinnybeanie:

  paiseh for malu-ing you.. sori hor...
  nxt time i PM u

  no la...its ok....i m only human no matter wat i think???
• skinnybeanie

  5 Feb 04, 16:33

  Originally posted by ratinacage:

  no la...its ok....i m only human no matter wat i think???

  chimcology
• ratinacage

  5 Feb 04, 16:38

  Originally posted by skinnybeanie:

  chimcology

  muahahahaha....no worries about it....dun sweat over the big stuff.....
• skinnybeanie

  5 Feb 04, 16:40

  Originally posted by ratinacage:

  muahahahaha....no worries about it....dun sweat over the big stuff.....