Originally posted by johnnylongwoody
Love is like a bank.
You go in.
There's a lot of fumbling around.
Eventually you will make a deposit.
Sooner or later you make a withdrawal.
Then at the end of it all you lose interest.
Sexual reference aside,
first four lines are wise words. Last's not always true,
even though it's necessary for the metaphor.
Another way of looking at 'love' might be to look
at the objects of our love. Places and Things pass away;
People we keep and cherish forever.
Sad to say, this site will bite dust one day.
Memories of Russ, Chris and a few nicknames
will be remembered by younger generations.
"greenpawn34, yeah.
johnnylongwoody and gb', who?"
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