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Hello, I am a sentence. |
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October 1st, 2006 11:46am |
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Hello, I am a sentence.
Yes, that's me. I am a sentence. I recently found myself in one of those moods and began wistfully looking back at my life. You know the mood! You're looking through old photos and scrapbooks and suddenly say, "Has it really been that long, ol' gal?" As I look back, I understand more and more what a wonderful existence it has been. I wouldn't trade my life in print for anything. Few sentences get the opportunities I have been given. I'm so blessed, but don't think I dont know it! I have been so many places and done so many things. What a journey it has been! I can think back to the first day I existed. I've gone from being that simple sentence next door to being compound to being complex to, on occasion (at least in college), being compound-complex. But it hasn't been all sun and roses. No. Now and again I do catch a case of the Mondays. Some days I have been declarative. Yes, I have. Some days I havent. Just depends on my mood, you know? For instance, just the other day I was really feeling like declaring something. I really wanted to say, "I like mocha frappachinos." Instead I chose to be interrogative and said, "Could this mocha frappachino be any tastier?" It was a rhetorical question, but boy did it mix things up! Oh poo, look at me. There I went being all exclamatory and nostalgic and listen to me ramble! You've caught me. I cant hide it any longer. In reality I am not a sentence, I'm really a paragraph. I am a paragraph and a liar. The simple life of a sentence eludes me once more. I don't apologize, though. Afterall, what is a paragraph but simply the collective work of several sentences?
A paragraph can dream can't she?;
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