Apr 29, 2006

From sport to sport they hurry me,
to stifle my regret

And when they win a smile from me,
They think that I forget..


An English Ballad from
P.G. Wodehouse's ~ 'Stiff Upper Lip, Jeeves'

at 4/29/2006 11:03:00 PM

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7 comments:

  1. Nymph1:26 PM

    jeeves...i wish i had one. running this house of mine, sometimes gets on my nerves.

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  2. Nymph1:51 PM

    nice way of posting your pictures in trek-haiku.

    making sure no body makes out, what u look like.

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  3. {illyria}4:24 PM

    thanks for sharing that. loved it.

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  4. AJ ! Serendipity !!!10:42 AM

    wow
    amazing
    nice blog uve got

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  5. Vijayeta4:41 PM

    What a way of putting down your thoughts :)
    I should do this too! Poetic and cryptic.

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  6. bluerebel12:43 AM

    your thought is echoed....

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  7. Anonymous9:53 PM

    Hey Zofo...
    Long time no see.....How have u been?
    First "Ditto" and then this reminds me of Emily Dickinson...

    "For each ecstatic instant
    We must an anguish pay
    In keen and quivering ratio
    To the ecstasy.
    For each beloved hour
    Sharp pittances of years,
    Bitter contested farthings
    And coffers heaped with tears."

    And then oddly i am reminded of tht gazal by Jagjit Singh....

    "Aye hai samjaha ne log, hai kitne deewane log...."

    And then when in misery any attempt to cheer only irks.....hmm.

    Take care = ),
    .....ekta.

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