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Summer Beauty
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Thursday, August 25, 2011
Sonnet 4 U
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate;
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sonnet 18, Shakespeare
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