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I have been feeling increasingly poetic as of late, as at any moment I'll begin to spout sonnets. So in order to spare my "Killing Moon" I'll settle for posting a bit of poetry. Enjoy the master of the arts, his expert words and his lovely visage to the left hand side.(What a stud!)




Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.









"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool."- William Shakespeare

3 comments:

Did you another "Killing Moon" dream?

:)

Looks like Billy had more than his share of them too. I think your prose is more ... appealing.

May 4, 2009 at 6:33 AM  

Yes and it's killing me. A blog post is coming...I just need to get it out of my phone!

May 4, 2009 at 11:09 AM  

One of my favourites! :)

May 5, 2009 at 3:15 AM  

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