lucina

Guess what I was doing right before I sat down here...
no big mystery, just a big book...not much to say today--I've just been trying to cram peds information into this near saturated brain...
Found out while perusing Slate mag that this is national poetry month. So in the interest of poetry, both good and bad, I would like to submit for your reading pleasure a poem or two from the Renowned and Esteemed Refrigerator in My Kitchen. It has a Shakespearean magnetic poetry kit crowded on one side, which a few people have utilized.
From my sister (after my wedding):
Methinks me drunk
from poison like slander
Naught a bawdy drunkard
but all lady

From me:
Nothing yields as much light as thou
my vow is in this merry dream
Bestow thy manner every night
Tempt oft the goblet &
give your pleasing fair art
Alas, mercy
Strike herein
Yonder lazy & quenched

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