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[varadia]

Work is boring.

Today is boring.

Whining is boring.

Hot chocolate, however, is not boring.

I wish I had some, here.

And an a . . . well. Not a more upbeat note, but something I think is pretty, just because

Villanelle

Time can say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you, I would let you know.

If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time can say nothing but I told you so.

There are no fortunes to be told, although
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you, I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time can say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you, I would let you know.

Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away?
Time can say nothing but I told you so.
If I could tell you, I would let you know.

--W.H. Auden

Guess what I was thinking about, to make me think of this poem. Go on. Bet you can. I'm silly and predictable. *snicker*