A blade of blue

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, O luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night. -Robert Frost
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Wednesday, April 20, 2005

I don't know what my problem is, but I don't seem to have any focus this semester at all. I've been in the Writing Center trying to write my Enlish paper for about 3 hours now and all I have is one stinking paragraph. And I'm interested in what I'm writing about. I just can't seem to get the words down the way I want them. It sucks. Guess I should get back to it.

joanna An outpouring of the brilliance that is me recorded at 4:53 PM

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