Oh, no!

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oh, yes! More poetry!

Tree at my Window

Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.

Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.

But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.

That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.

--Robert Frost

*sigh* another nice one.

I went busking again today... in the morning, this time, outside the Railway Station forecourt. I busked from about ten past eight until nine, and made $36 or so. This is a REALLY GOOD RUN, so I'm feeling quite good about it. Unfortunately, I suspect that going tomorrow again would be pointless- unless I go to another spot. Hmm. Like... yeah, I will, I'll go to the underground bit. Cool.

Actually, that will be better anyway: do you realise how c-c-c-COLD it was this morning? Especially trying to play the violin. *rubs fingers* Also, going to see about a job later today- I mean, a Real Job, at the Stadium. Must go ASAP, because I might have a chance to work as soon as Friday.

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I didn't notice how cold it was til my dad came into my room to turn on my heater... I have so many blankets it's almost too hot to sleep...tehe