Jan. 10th, 2012

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[Error: unknown template qotd]Write one? No, Mr. Left Brain doesn't agree with that sort of thing (he's much happier with my math homework). Share, sure I love reading poetry.

Shakespeare's 97(?) sonnet. 

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere! 
And yet this time removed was summer's time;
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:
Yet this abundant issue seemed to me
But hope of orphans, and unfathered fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute:
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer,
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.

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