Sonnet 128
How oft when thou, my music, music play'st
Upon that blessèd wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy' those jacks that nimble leap
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,
At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand.
To be so tickled they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips,
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more blest than living lips.
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
~shakespeare~
minnechaug regional high school Wilbraham, MA US Custodian
6/06-9/06
XSuspensionX And please don't tell me that I'm dreaming When all I ever wanted was to dream another sunset with you If I roll over when it's over Posted at 2:09 AM Jan 14 view more
Who I'd like to meet:
lmao. in the very beginning me and evan are standing around listening to the music in the video... you see us for like 2 sec. ^_^
this one too. ^_^ execpt you catch us in the middle. ^_^
I know what you mean. Are you coming back to Massachusetts? Or are you still in Florida? Also, where are you looking to find an apartment? I might help you out with that, no promises though :(
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