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Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2002 13:16:32
Subject: Against Myself
From: susannenbreone@aol.com
To: skipvskip@hotmail.com


I find no peace, and all my war is done;

   I fear and hope, I burn and freeze likewise;

   I fly above the wind, yet cannot rise;

   And nought i have, yet all the world I seize on;

That looseth, nor locketh, holdeth me in prison,

   And holds me not, yet can I 'scape no wise;

   Nor lets me live, nor die, at my devise,

   And yet of death it giveth none occasion.

Without eyes I see, and without tongue I plain;

   I wish to perish, yet I ask for health;

   I love another, and yet I hate myself;

I feed in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain;

   Lo, thus displeaseth me both death and life,

   And my delight is causer of my grief.

Though I hesitate to admit it, I had a great time last night. It was fun getting "tied up" with you.