Sunday, December 5, 2010

Gloomy Acres of Life

That time of the year thou mayst in me behold,
When yellow leaves or none or few do hang,
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.

- Sonnet 73, William Shakespeare-

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