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| 2025-01-01 15:26 |
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Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour
That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower,
Then think of the friend who once welcomed it too,
And forgot his own griefs to be happy with you.
His griefs may return, not a hope may remain
Of the few that have brighten'd his pathway of pain,
But he ne'er will forget the short vision, that threw
Its enchantment around him, while lingering with you.
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| 2008-09-14 12:43 |
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Goals. That is what everyone needs. My goals are the only things keeping me sane right now, aside from Liam. Knowing where I want to be in ten years and knowing that I have to be where I am right now in order to get there is the only reason I haven't told my boss to shove a pygmy puff up his arse.
Bloody Hell! I do all his work for him, attend all of his out of country meetings for him and what do I get? More bloody paperwork when I return! I practically do everything for his lazy arse and yet I still only get paid for the job of his assistant.
It's typical males, I suppose. Leave you with all the responsibility and never give you any of the credit...I should know.
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