"The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name." -William Shakespeare
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
That's a ratio I can live with.
A smile, embrace, a dance or two,
Memories with power to make me a fool.
Blue dress, white flower, dirty gym floor,
Playing dress-up and holding the door.
Awkward advances and strange conversation.
Ten nervous minutes per one of elation.
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