feed the long neck
Thursday, November 26, 2009
... how stiff is my vile sense,
That I stand up, and have ingenious feeling
Of my huge sorrows? Better I were distract,
So should my thoughts be severed from my griefs,
And woes, by wrong imaginations, lose
The knowledge of themselves.
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