Shall I compare thee...

July 4, 2011
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Shall I compare thee to a winter's night? Thou art more chilly and more desperate. Pure joy does shake the days of December. And winter's reign hath all too short a date. Sometime too the cold heavens do freeze us, and often my soul grows weary and dim; by circumstance or Mother Nature's whims; but thy eternal frost shall never thaw, nor lose hold of thy cold cruel bleeding heart, when in these lines thy ice shall never melt.
So long as people do live and may read, so long lives you, but never warm or free.





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