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Sweeney Todd ([info]fleetstbarber) wrote in [info]undertherainbow,
@ 2008-07-16 15:57:00

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Entry tags:sadako yamamura, sweeney todd

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!



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[info]miniver
2008-07-17 02:21 am UTC (link)
Only a rhymer, so I am,
Lone in the market place;
I shrink, and no one cares a damn
Though tears corrode my face.
The hollows of my cheeks they track,
Symbolic of vain hope;
My hands are grimed because I lack
The price of soap.

Only a rhymer! How my breeks
Let in the Winter wind;
One of my shoes obscenely leaks,
My coat is safety pinned.
Although my neb drips bead on bead,
No handkerchief have I;
My lips are blue, but none have heed
My songs to buy.

Only a rhymer,--just a chiel
Spewed from the land of Burns,
A wastrel and a ne'er-do-weel,
From whom the public turns.
Alas! It is to late to mend
The error of my ways,
So I will jingle to the end
Of all my days.


---

Robert Service. And my daughter was right. I know too many poems for my own good -- and at least half are my own.

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[info]fleetstbarber
2008-07-17 02:30 am UTC (link)
Ah, you're Miss Harris' father? A pleasure.

To be honest, I don't think one could know too many poems for their own good. The world carries on due to writers and their recounting, through verse and rhyme. If it weren't for poets, I'd be a shade of a memory!

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[info]miniver
2008-07-17 02:34 am UTC (link)
Flattery will get you everywhere. And yeah, I'm her father, in a strictly genetic sense. I don't USUALLY go for females, y'see. Had no IDEA I had a kid until... hm... well really not too much more than a month ago, I think.

She's a good kid, though. Guess that's nice to know. She didn't get the Cheevy loser genes.

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[info]fleetstbarber
2008-07-17 02:39 am UTC (link)
She truly is a delight. I rather appreciate her undying optimism, though I do try to shield myself from it when I feel less deserving of that joy.

The name's Todd, sir. Sweeney Todd. I'm the man who sold to your daughter those fine chairs and sofa that are in her store today. The leftmost set once you come through the door, I believe.

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[info]miniver
2008-07-17 02:42 am UTC (link)
Oh hey yeah she mentioned you! The um.... barber or whatever, right?

I'm Miniver Cheevy. And those chairs are great. Pretty AND functional! Never tried them out when drunk, though. She usually shoves me up in the loft when I turn up like that. um. Nice chairs though.

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[info]fleetstbarber
2008-07-17 02:47 am UTC (link)
Indeed, that would be me.

Honestly, they were just cluttering up my own home. Someone had decided that the upstairs loft would make a functional living room when it should rightly be a shop. So it's back to that.

Oh yes, now I know the name - You're the one who happens to be married to that dreadlocked redhead that comes in for a shave every so often! Small town, even to this day.

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[info]miniver
2008-07-17 02:49 am UTC (link)
HEY YEAH! That's my husband. So YOU'RE that barber! Oh, that's fucking funny. Looks like you've met half of my family. Do you know Teague Brennan or a giraffe of a kid called Keller?

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[info]fleetstbarber
2008-07-17 02:52 am UTC (link)
That I am, sir.
Haven't met Mr. Brennan, though I've met his wife. She makes a wonderful spiced pear pie. Much more bearable than the food I'm used to, I assure you.

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[info]miniver
2008-07-17 02:54 am UTC (link)
Oh yeah. Bren's food is out of this world. I might have starved to death due to absentmindedness by now if she and Bill and Jack didn't keep giving me food, heh. Yeah, she's my sister-in-law, Teague's my half-brother.

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[info]fleetstbarber
2008-07-17 03:02 am UTC (link)
I too would likely waste away if it weren't for her sending over leftover pastries and sweets. I have no idea where she finds the time, what with her son and job at the florist, as well as all of her other daily things. I'm rather amazed by her.

I'm fortunate enough not to have any family around this world. The closest I've come is my associate, Mrs. Mooney. She was the rival pie-maker in our neighborhood, and Mrs. Lovett had quite a knack for turning a profit, while Mooney's shop went out of business. She still doesn't quite trust me, though I'm sure after a time, we'll be back to being comfortable around each other.

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[info]miniver
2008-07-17 03:05 am UTC (link)
Oh yeah I guess that kinda sucks. Man, all my old housemates are here, including this one blonde giraffe I have some issues with. Dunno why I've been remembering all this shit that we got up to lately. Kinda been making me want to go to Russia to see if this chick I once knew is here...

Ah well. Nevermind. Bren's amazing, for real, how much she does. I feel a little guilty I'm about the shittiest babysitter ALMOST ever unless the kid's asleep. But these chicks of yours... What kinda pies? They any good?

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[info]fleetstbarber
2008-07-17 03:08 am UTC (link)
Ah yes, Dethklok. The beautiful lady who inspired my posting in the first place works for them as their healer. She gets on quite well with one of the servants, from what she's told me.

Mrs. Mooney is currently the CEO of a rather large frozen meat pie company based just outside of our beloved waste of a city. Frankly, it's better if you don't ask what she USED to use in her pies.

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[info]miniver
2008-07-17 03:10 am UTC (link)
..........I'm gonna take your word for that one.

Hey man it'd be great to like, really meet you sometime. Sable's told me where your shop is. I might drop by sometime.

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[info]fleetstbarber
2008-07-17 03:12 am UTC (link)
Feel free to stop by, I may be able to trim your hair for you, just to get the split ends out. From what your delightfully eccentric husband claims, you'd probably be a bit hesitant to allow me anywhere near your neck with a blade.

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[info]miniver
2008-07-17 03:14 am UTC (link)
.....bastard talks too much. But yeah he's right. Hey man that sounds good. I'll be by like, whenever, okay?

See you around. I have to go um. TALK to him about his... talking... a lot...

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