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Poem for Tuesday and Renfaire in Spotsylvania


And Wilt Thou Leave me Thus?
By Sir Thomas Wyatt

And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay, for shame,
To save thee from the blame
Of all my grief and grame;
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay!

And wilt thou leave me thus,
That hath loved thee so long
In wealth and woe among?
And is thy heart so strong
As for to leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay!

And wilt thou leave me thus,
That hath given thee my heart
Never for to depart,
Nother for pain nor smart;
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay!

And wilt thou leave me thus
And have no more pity
Of him that loveth thee?
Hélas, thy cruelty!
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay!

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Monday started really hot and ended with a gigantic thunderstorm, which we probably needed and hopefully will drop the temperatures! We had the plumber come for our annual inspection, the good news from which is that our downstairs sink is finally working again, the bad news from which is that we're probably going to have to rip out the wall between the upstairs bathrooms to fix the faucets properly in both tubs. I got my new custom Lilly Pulitzer purse in the mail and I love it!

Otherwise my day involved work and photo sorting and laundry and two baby bunnies trying to get in some munching before the storms arrived. After dinner we watched Jurassic Park III, which I'd only seen once and remembered nothing about but the pteranodons; it's pretty much the same nuclear-family, hubris-is-bad-and-greed-is-worse plot as the others, but, you know, DINOSAURS! Now Cheryl and I are watching Hugh Jackman on The Tonight Show! From the Renfaire yesterday:















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