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17 Nov 09
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thou art more temperate and more beautiful, rough winds do shake the darling buds of may, yet summers lease hath all too short a date.
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do you spit or swallow ,thou amazon of perfection.
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WHEN icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail; When blood is nipt, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl Tu-whoo! Tu-whit! tu-whoo! A merry note! While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all around the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parsons saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marians nose looks red and raw; When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl |
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it is november after all
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But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
'Tis the east, and Juliet's smuggling peanuts again. |
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Do thee not post upon the bright screen
oh thee fair maid ,who doth captivate with thy wit and charm an army of admirers forsooth upon your every whim you must go seek thy fortune now begun another day in your golden chariot of many wheels upon Englands green and pleasant motorway . |
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Too bright, hot and sticky, with biting things. And thirst.
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Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Or whop it up thee straightaway? |