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Originally posted by rainwife@Feb 17 2005, 12:29 AM

I don't want friends who are stupid and bored
Therefore you are not my friend anymore.
Just stand up and walk through my yellow door.
Else you will get a conviction from court.

And now I sit alone and wonder why
I knew not what I was doing back then
That is the reason why it had to end.
A knock on my door has ended my sigh.

I opened the door, he was standing there.
With tears in his eyes he promised me this:
"I will change" and confirmed it with a loss.
With a smile on my face I touched his hair.

"These words I have heard so often before!"
And violently shut in his face my door.

LOL Now that's mean!
Very good sonnet, too bad you don't have more to post...