Here we remain, the lost, the forgotten. The lovers of stainless steel. The long vigils of our compatriots have come to an end, their wrists freshly adorned.
We sit, we wait. Not waiting for a time, as we have no way to tell what the time is, but for an event. A charge, a withdrawal, anything.
The glimmer of steel stays across the ocean.
Let me try LOL-
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:
Old Time is still a-flying (to Louisville);
And this same Launch that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious screen of retina, the Fun,
The sooner here you're getting,
The sooner will this race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That watch is best, which is the first,
When hope and blood are warmer;
But money spent, the wait is worst
Time still succeed the former.
- Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go hurried;
For having lost but once your launch,
Our fandom will be buried.
Yours was better LOL
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Oscar Wilde never read this thread
Lol