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Journal Entry: Tue Apr 28, 2009, 12:08 PM

_{Well, today in English we were analysing poems to help us with our exams. Whilst doing that, our class came upon a poem by James Fenton. It's called 'Nothing', and even though we found it was quite a negative poem, I still thought it was quite a down to Earth and relatable poem, so I thought I'd let you all view it. It's definitely a great piece of poetry.

I take a jewel from a junk-shop tray
And wish I had a love to buy it for.
Nothing I choose will make you turn my way.
Nothing I give will make you love me more.

I know that I've embarrassed you too long
And I'm ashamed to linger at your door.
Whatever I embark on will be wrong.
Nothing I do will make you love me more.

I cannot work. I cannot read or write.
How can I frame a letter to implore.
Eloquence is a lie. The truth is trite.
Nothing I say will make you love me more.

So I replace the jewel in the tray
And laughingly pretend I'm far too poor.
Nothing I give, nothing I do or say,
Nothing I am will make you love me more.

Like it? I did too.}

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Listening to: We Walk by The Ting Tings.
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Rhiannon Louise ;

_{A photographer in the making.
A fan of the English countryside.
A self-made fashion critic.
A daydreamer.
A lover of the stars.
An obsesser of the clouds.
Wants to experience the summers of the '70s.

"I can call you Betty, and Betty when you call me, you can call me Al."
We're like that.}