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Dark_Angel_Of_Light on December 31, 2006, 5:46:29 AM
Yesh it is.. :D
froofy_hair on December 31, 2006, 5:54:42 AM
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Dark_Angel_Of_Light on December 24, 2006, 10:53:49 PM
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xxxperishedxrosesx on December 18, 2006, 7:08:39 AM
froofy_hair on December 18, 2006, 11:47:30 PM
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Little_Miss_Anime on December 17, 2006, 7:03:14 PM
xxxperishedxrosesx on December 17, 2006, 3:11:11 PM
*ahem*
From you have I been absent in the spring
When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing
That heavey Saturn laughed and leapt with him
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue
Could make me any summer's story tell
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew
Nor do I wonder at the lily's white
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose
They were but sweet, figures of delight
Drawn after you, you pattern of those
Yet seemed it winter still, and you away
As with your shadow, I with these did play
lol i did like no punctuation...I CAN'T GET THE 13th LINE DOWN!!! && it's hard to say "Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew"
From you have I been absent in the spring
When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing
That heavey Saturn laughed and leapt with him
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue
Could make me any summer's story tell
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew
Nor do I wonder at the lily's white
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose
They were but sweet, figures of delight
Drawn after you, you pattern of those
Yet seemed it winter still, and you away
As with your shadow, I with these did play
lol i did like no punctuation...I CAN'T GET THE 13th LINE DOWN!!! && it's hard to say "Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew"