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Poem for Tuesday


Sonnet XX
by William Shakespeare


A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all 'hues' in his controlling,
Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love, and thy love's use their treasure.

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The gayest sonnet because Smallville is on tonight. And I will need to be thinking about anything other than TTT or I'll be awake all night and start crashing at 10 a.m. when I want to be perky and alert at the theater. This makes me think of Smallville too -- I think I gacked it from divineway:


What kind of typical high school character from a movie are you?

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lilithlotr has been keeping me very happy. Here are the Arena scans and Empire scans from her site. Tomorrow!
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