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发信人: magic_m_m(*hot-dog*) 整理人: roy_young(2002-03-26 17:58:02), 站内信件 |
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i am cery bothered when i think of the baad things i have done in my life. not least that time in the chemistry lab when i held a pair of scissors by the blades and played the handles in the naked lilac flame of the Bunsen burner; then called your neam, and handed them over. O the unrivalled stench of branded skin as you slipped your thumb and middle finger in, then couldn't shake off the two burning rings. Marked, the doctor said, for eternity. Don't believe me, please, if i say that was just my butterfingered way, at thirteen, of asking you if you would marry me. --------------------------------- hotdog think it's so fun!!! it's a sonnet of a book called< book of match>...the writer is Simon Armitage... my teacher told me there is a english old game called: match, which is you burn a match and then before it burns up, u must tell you life story to others...... this poem is acturrely the poem of GCSE English language material.... if someone wanna come to uk, must have a good look on it~~~~~~ (^.^)v ----  i am talking to god~~~~~~
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