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| 01 Feb 2015 03:06 PM |
Here's my gratitude expression.
Let not my love be called idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever so. Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind, Still constant in a wondrous excellence; Therefore my verse to constancy confined, One thing expressing, leaves out difference. Fair, kind, and true, is all my argument, Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words; And in this change is my invention spent, Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords. Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone, Which three till now, never kept seat in one.
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Jack1278
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| 01 Feb 2015 03:07 PM |
poems are not better than words
antidotes rdy |
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| 01 Feb 2015 03:09 PM |
| Refusing offer. My resume says I burn mlp fegs 4 a living sorru :-( |
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