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5:45/5:50 sometimes, the moment I enter my room back from work, the very first thing my left hand do is press the button of Touchsmart while the other put the bag on my bed...change do hi hellos with parents after 10/15 mints later back to my room my paradise. I click on my favorite icon the orange fox warped like fire around the globe. The page displays my favorite webpage and I click on Mail...Check any mails no..then the eyes goes on the left side of the screens to scan any one lingering around on a chat. I always look for the particular one whom I catch almost every day. The most intriguing part to look on is the status of my dear one. It's unique in its own way...once satiate I'll click the name to greet with the response on the status and then say my greetings...most of the time I make the dear one wonder what on earth I was referring to? Getting use to of my talks in riddles the tubelight will light and our conversation begins.
Same routine ritual today I couldn't resist and asked if permitted I would love to copy and paste it on my thread to share with the virtual world. Of course the edited version keeping the name anonymous. I was granted the permission. It's a warm eulogy to mother earth from a student who has to dull the hands in the soil all the time to touch, study and mull the nature of its grains...
Same routine ritual today I couldn't resist and asked if permitted I would love to copy and paste it on my thread to share with the virtual world. Of course the edited version keeping the name anonymous. I was granted the permission. It's a warm eulogy to mother earth from a student who has to dull the hands in the soil all the time to touch, study and mull the nature of its grains...
Dear
Soil,
When I was little, me and brother used to play in the backyard,
and attempt gardening.
Our biggest project was trying to plant watermelon seeds in you.
We patted you down quite hard..our hands were brown and dirty..
My brother even told me then if I plant my doll's hair deep,
deep down in the soil, hair will grow that I could use as a wig for my doll.
I never knew 14 years after, you'll come to haunt my life...
And now I'm sorry.
Please be easy on me!
-Love XYZ
When I was little, me and brother used to play in the backyard,
and attempt gardening.
Our biggest project was trying to plant watermelon seeds in you.
We patted you down quite hard..our hands were brown and dirty..
My brother even told me then if I plant my doll's hair deep,
deep down in the soil, hair will grow that I could use as a wig for my doll.
I never knew 14 years after, you'll come to haunt my life...
And now I'm sorry.
Please be easy on me!
-Love XYZ
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