Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me. The carriage held, but just oursleves, And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, For I had put away, My labor, and my leisure too, for his civility. We passed the school, where children played, at recess, in the ring. We past the aburn fields of grain, we past the setting sun. Or rather, he passed us, Damn it, can never past this part. No, I'm not Emo. I have to present this poem to my English teacher. My question is, I have to have relevant emotion to it, but I can't decide my tone. Should it be casual, light, a bit weary, what?
No. I just lost my ranking. I made a failing mistake in a thread. Post in that thread and you really fail. Man, I never had a Red Bull before but this Red Bull is really good.
