Give up waiting, ******. It's so much easier when you don't give a hoot and nothing's happening anywho.
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCLXVI)
I've been reciting for--was that--intents? How lo, my cousins' kids are in betrayl Nigh grown, who were so little on that scale Ten years agone, when I last for good sense Saw these, or pictures of the same to fence Some fam'ly shindig with all to avail Whatever, me an old maid yet sans bail, Til hopes look quite askance without defense. Joe is attractive ah, beyond as twere The dreams I've known, a dream anon come true. If only now we could be all we stir, Have children of our own, lo that would do. Well, be together in yes, love, endure To death thus, and have kids: what's I love you?
01Jul17b
Adrian knows the answer to that final question. In this case.