I hope you are all well,
NK


For My Sweet Unknown: 23/9/2009 These poems fail you. I must make that clear. No poem could contain your magic style. These poems fail you. Though they are sincere Their aim has missed your mark by several miles. I cannot put your smile in their words. Your hug is warmer than what I can say. The way your voice sings will be unheard. No verse can totally capture your way. I try and try, but I know deep inside These poems fail you and they always will. Though they be the best poems I provide They fall short of their assigned purpose still Still of all that I could give to you These poFor My Sweet Unknown: 2


For My Sweet Unknown: 13/9/2009 You ask what is the nature of my love? Why do I hold this dear sweet love for you? Ask then: why do the stars shine up above? Your answer is simply because they do. What is the nature of all my affection? What is the nature of the atmosphere? What is the nature of any obsession? The answer simply is that it is there. You ask me, with what strength do I love thee? With what amount, what number, or what score? My dear, the count is waves upon the sea; A thousand times a thousand thousand more. My endless cup of love runs overflowed. I love and that is aFor My Sweet Unknown: 1


Change has ComeYou are great I wouldnt trade you for all the curry in India. Not for all the indi movies on Netflix And not for all the Nutella in Rome. No, I would never trade you in But tonight, change has come.Change has Come
It came on the anxious feet of pressure By the way of our well meant actions. It was blown in on a storm of confusion But benevolent as a butterfly. It is right on time for us. Tonight change has come.
We are not the same as we once were: All hot headed and stubborn. All frustrated to tears. We are not afraid to fail anymore Because
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Where to Play?The nuclear blast ripped through Wembley Stadium, shattering steel girders like toothpicks and melting human flesh like butter. Ringo's head smashed into the concrete as the scorching air roared over him. It had been a pretty good day until this had happened.Where to Play?
Earlier, the make up artists and costumers had descended on the four of them like a flock of gnats. A touch-up here, a snip there. Mr. Wesely, clothed in a pin-stripe suit, was calmly standing by the door of the dressing room, watching the talent coordinator of PeaceAid 3 hop around like an insane monkey.
"We've only got 10 minutes!" she howled. "Get the hair
-Ark
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I don't understand the last comment. But I would be happy to talking with you
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Hakuna Matata.
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And I'm really bad at french. My friend icon:-slinkster-bat can speak it though. But she's in Rome right now.
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