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Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,-
As, to behold desert beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly doctor-like controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity...
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There is a Lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleased my mind;
I did but see her passing by.
And yet I love her till I die.

Her gesture, motion, and her smiles,
Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles,
Beguiles my heart, I know not why,
And yet I love her till I die.

Cupid is winged and doth range,
Her country...
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He stands
Watching his child swing on the gallows,
Lamenting, helpless, while his flesh and blood
Hangs for the raven to pluck. He can raise
His voice in sorrow, but revenge is impossible.
And every morning he remembers how his son
Died, and despairs; no son to come
Matters, no future heir, to a father
Forced to live through such misery. The place
Where his...
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...Of all sad words of tongue and pen,
The saddest are these:"It might have been!"
apelila:
Sailing down A1A on a skateboard sounds fun! One time I tried to tie my boogie-board onto my skateboard, but it didnt work so well, and I ended up smearing my face on the driveway.

Sucks about your job though!
unhappycamper:
ive done a lot more crazier shit.my prank was throwing apples and water balloons at cars and we would point and laugh.
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He stands
Watching his child swing on the gallows,
Lamenting, helpless, while his flesh and blood
Hangs for the raven to pluck. He can raise
His voice in sorrow, but revenge is impossible.
And every morning he remembers how his son
Died, and despairs; no son to come
Matters, no future heir, to a father
Forced to live through such misery. The place
Where his...
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Rise up, you silenced students,
Left-wing teachers are taking our lives.
Our minds They twist and warp
Into drones that suit Their needs.
You sit there like a sponge,
Soaking in your pre-digested trash,
Not stopping once to seek the truth.

Rise up, you silenced students,
Stop taking in this flood of mindless crap.
Real learning is no more
Since you obey a lifeless bell...
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