Double-click the flag so that the music syncs! Next Song: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/858990826 took a while, but here's Baka, Yuri's week will have Ace singing and not Eli
Journal entry 4: This club is rather interesting, and im glad Plushie is actually doing something with me and not off doing water polo for once, because of this club, I wrote a poem (in the journal was a folded piece of paper, you unfolded it and here's what it said) I knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at the.; Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one: The shapes a bright container can contain! Of her choice virtues, only gods should speak, Or English poets who grew up on Greek (I’d have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek). How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin, She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and Stand; She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin; I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand; She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake, Coming behind her for her pretty sake (But what prodigious mowing we did make). Love likes a gander, and adores a goose: Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize; She played it quick, she played it light and loose; My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees; Her several parts could keep a pure repose, Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose (She moved in circles, and those circles moved). Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay: I’m a martyr to a motion not my own; What’s freedom for? To know eternity. I swear she cast a shadow white as stone. But who would count eternity in days? These old bones live to learn her wanton ways: (I measure time by how a body sways).
