When I was younger I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind.
He broke his own heart and I watched
As he tried to reassemble it.
And my momma swore
That she would never let herself forget.
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love i...
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We all stood in the hallway, talking and waiting for Knox to come back from his reading his poem to Chris.
I rolled my eyes to see him coming up the stairs.
"He's back!" I hit Charlie's shoulder.
"Hey how'd it go?" Charlie asked.
"Did you read it to her?" I asked.
"Yeah." He sighed.
"Wow. What'd she say?"
"Nothing." He replied.
"What do you mean nothing?" Charlie asked.
"Nothing. But I did it." He started heading down the hall.
"Well what did she say?"
"She had to say something!" We all started running after him.
"Hey Knox!"
"Seize the day!"
Later that night, I was at Henley Hall with the boys, I sat inbetween Charlie and Meeks.
Once Neil popped up on stage as the boys jumped up.
"Hey there he is!" I pulled Charlie down.
"Shh boys." Keating said.
"Either I mistake your shape and making quite or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite called Robin Goodfellow!" Carrie who played the fairy said.
"Thou speak'st aright. I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon and make him smile when I a fat and bean- fed horse beguile." Charlie bumped my shoulder.
"Neighing in the likeness of a filly foal. Sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl in very likeness of a roasted crab." Charlie put a hand on my knee.
"And when she drink against her lips I bob and on her withered dewlap pour the ale. The wisest aunt telling the saddest tale."
