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Sonnet 1   
07:24am 10/12/2003
  From fairest creatures we desire increase
That thereby beauty's rose might never die
But as the riper should by time decease
His tender heir might bear his memory
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel
MAking famine where abundance lies
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring
Within thine own bud buriest thine content
And, tender churl, mak'st wast in niggarding
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
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08:50pm 10/12/2003
  kidjapan2010: ...id kill for a nobel peace prize
JimBob4554: ironic
Probably one of the more arrogant things I've ever said.   
11:41pm 10/12/2003
  Closing line of my email to Sorrel - "This matter is beyond you; it goes all the way to me."

Hey, did the window for making posts on LJ suddenly get bigger? o_0