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This is the page where I put my eccentric taste and style in art to use.
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F a d i n g F a s t It started out so
great, so good,
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in the night... in the night we're having fun far away from life and sun... everything feels just so right dancing in the night... .'. .', |
How great, to be entwined
within your arms, . . . The
days dont grow shorter. . . |
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The Happily
Married Couple Your eyes are blue as the sea, -Anonoymous |
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Love
was as subtly catched, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, Which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be prophaned on either part, For though 'tis got by chance,'tis kept by art. |
- John Donne (c. 1572-1631), English divine, metaphysical poet. Last lines of The Expostulation.