50% finished my course, and so far my grades are at the top, although I had to redo the Aperture Only test. Wow, they gave me a second chance.

Friends, I know I'm late replying to notes, all your works, messages and deviations which look divine, but I will catch up, although I don't think I can get through almost 1,2777 deviations that fast. Ne'er mind, I'll be looking at you all and seeing what you've done.

At the moment I just got to concentrate on finishing my course, and I soooooo want to get a good grade and the piece of paper that says I did it. Missing in action might go on for a while longer, and then yay I am back with even better things to share

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This poem is a fav of mine for as long as I can remember, and i was reading it this morning and thought I'd post it with this note to say Hiya and tell you all I will be back or I shall return and resume normal programming. Arrrrrrrghhhhhh, work and study takes it out of everyone, and all in my class are complaining tired.

TO THE ROSE UPON THE ROOD OF TIME

by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

ED Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:
Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;
The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet eyed,
Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;
And thine own sadness, whereof stars, grown old
In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,
Sing in their high and lonely melody.
Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate,
I find under the boughs of love and hate,
In all poor foolish things that live a day,
Eternal beauty wandering on her way.

Come near, come near, come near -- Ah, leave me still
A little space for the rose-breath to fill!
Lest I no more hear common things that crave;
The weak worm hiding down in its small cave,
The field-mouse running by me in the grass,
And heavy mortal hopes that toil and pass;
But seek alone to hear the strange things said
By God to the bright hearts of those long dead,
And learn to chaunt a tongue men do not know
Come near; I would, before my time to go,
Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways:
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.

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