The Cult of Lincoln

Thursday, February 15, 2001



We had to write sonnets in English class...

After a weary day
I return to you
I am welcomed by your familiar face
I am bathed in your radiant glow

I stay awake late at night in your company
I dream of you as I sleep
And when I arise in the morning,
I smile as my eyes fall on you

My soul aches when we are apart
My heart leaps at our afternoon reunion.
My friends could never understand my affection,
But I could never resist the strong, silent “type”.

My computer, my love
I am lost without you

Priscilla said at 6:53 AM

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Title cartoon by Bruce Eric Kaplan, used without permission.

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