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What's wrong with me?
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My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk...
Winter blues, I suppose?
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk...
Winter blues, I suppose?
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Strikes me you have a serious case of Keats disease there, sandy. 600mg of Ibuprofen, three times a day and stay clear of his tomes "Poems", "Endymion" and "Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St Agnes and Other Poems". This should be for a month at least.
To keep you going:
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had...
To keep you going:
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had...
13:55 Mon 12th Nov 2012
Strikes me you have a serious case of Keats disease there, sandy. 600mg of Ibuprofen, three times a day and stay clear of his tomes "Poems", "Endymion" and "Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St Agnes and Other Poems". This should be for a month at least.
To keep you going:
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull AB opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Redman and Rowan had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in Chatterbank happiness,
That you, light-wingèd Venator of the trees,
In some melodious R&S plot
see Naomi green, and Jehovahs numberless,
Singest of Ed's summer in full-throated ease.
O for a draught of ratter vintage! that hath been
Cool'd a long age in the Devonian earth,
Tasting of Carakeel's brew and the Voddie's green,
Jogger Dance, and Sibton song, and netibiza sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm Sqad South!
Full of the true, the perpetual Ibuprofen,
With beaded gness Guinness bubbles winking at the brim,
And black and cream-stainèd mouth;
That you, Sandy might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with you, fade away into Winter dim.
tbc and adapted!
To keep you going:
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull AB opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Redman and Rowan had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in Chatterbank happiness,
That you, light-wingèd Venator of the trees,
In some melodious R&S plot
see Naomi green, and Jehovahs numberless,
Singest of Ed's summer in full-throated ease.
O for a draught of ratter vintage! that hath been
Cool'd a long age in the Devonian earth,
Tasting of Carakeel's brew and the Voddie's green,
Jogger Dance, and Sibton song, and netibiza sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm Sqad South!
Full of the true, the perpetual Ibuprofen,
With beaded gness Guinness bubbles winking at the brim,
And black and cream-stainèd mouth;
That you, Sandy might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with you, fade away into Winter dim.
tbc and adapted!