Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate;
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometimes eclines,
By chance or nature's channging course untrimm'd;
But they eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor loose possesion of that fair thou owest;
Nor death shall brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this gives life to thee.
Everywhere I see bliss,
from which I am irrevocably excluded
Awake, fairest, thy lover is near-
he who would give his life
but to obtain one look
of affection from thine eyes;
my beloved,
Awake!
Baked beans are good for your heart.
the more you eat
the more you fart
Beans
Beans
The musical fruit
The more you eat
The more you toot!
Thats about as poetic i can get
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