oh thank god, u do!........2 yrs a long tym, u see.......i'm gud!...wbu??
u kno dere r so many frendz hu hv stopped cmng onl9 now...nd i thot u too hv stopped bt den i was visited ur pg a few days back nd saw fresh activities....dats wen i thot dat u've visited aftr so many many days nd must hv 4gotten.......
THE world was made when a man was born,
He must taste for himself the forbidden springs;
He can never take warning from old-fashion'd things;
He must fight as a boy, he must drink as a youth,
Of the friend of his soul; he must laugh to scorn
The hints of deceit in a woman's eyes--
They are clear as the wells of Paradise.
And so he goes on till the world grows old,
Till his toung has grown cautious, his heart has grown cold,
Till the smile leaves his mouth, till the ring leaves his laugh,
And he shirks the bright headache you ask him to quaff.
He grows formal with men, and with women polite,
And distrustful of both when they're out of his sight.
Then he eats for his palate and drinks for his head,
And loves for his pleasure,--and 'tis time he was dead.