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More! I call More! And More! No fear at All- Such regulating Rush! To an unseen goal No lounging, no crying For a clock so powerful to toll Coffee drunk and sleep drunk Both in me heatedly boil Repeated songs so terrible as Funk Make my every Sense moil Drink's sour, so is sleep And heard rotten are the songs Still menacing Duties keep- An ecstasy of such Wrongs! -- DON'T BE TOO STINGY TO OFFER A COMMENT! :) -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 111.243.214.246
spacedunce5:my goodness, moil IS a word! 61.228.87.185 01/14 23:07
dieEule:I had to look up that one too 121.254.68.191 01/15 00:28
frolicker:yes~ that's a word~ ;) 111.243.214.39 01/16 02:29