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- From Sonnet XVII
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say this Poet lies,
Such heauenly touches nere toucht earthly faces.
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet XVII
juniperlillie on Jan 25, 2010, 9:37 am
Ah, be still my heart... Billy does it again! Thanks for sharing!