"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, April 25, 2012
Oops
I could use some Walden Pond,
But not for solitude.
I'm tired of writing [XXXXX]'s songs,
And tapping toes to [YYYYY]'s tune.
I wouldn't say these men are wrong,
Or even out of touch.
In fact, I think I've said too much.
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