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Dead Italian Male looking for Star Crossed Lover. Must like secret marriages, doomed romances and flirting in iambic pentameter. Pina coladas and getting caught in the rain optional. If you're a beauty too rich for this Earth, please contact Romeo Montague at ...
... Sorry about that. This typist bids me tell you I'm from the play Romeo and Juliet, by a Signior Shakespeare. Indeed, I've never heard of the man, but I can only imagine what poet would have the craft, or sympathy, to put my tragic tale into words. Oh, even now I must remember, what a cruel mistress fate can be, to take my goodly friend Mercutio and my own sweet lady, my own sweet love, my beautiful Juliet!
O! Juliet! You were too fair for this unfair world, radiant as the sun, and more radiant still! For having you and losing you, I am fortune's fool!
*sob*
... Sorry, sorry again. *polite cough* I'm a little emotional. Usually I'm a little emotional in a little more iambs, but it's been a while since I'd killed myself, so I'm out of practice. Sorry.
Hi, there. God gi' god-den.
... Sorry about that. This typist bids me tell you I'm from the play Romeo and Juliet, by a Signior Shakespeare. Indeed, I've never heard of the man, but I can only imagine what poet would have the craft, or sympathy, to put my tragic tale into words. Oh, even now I must remember, what a cruel mistress fate can be, to take my goodly friend Mercutio and my own sweet lady, my own sweet love, my beautiful Juliet!
O! Juliet! You were too fair for this unfair world, radiant as the sun, and more radiant still! For having you and losing you, I am fortune's fool!
*sob*
... Sorry, sorry again. *polite cough* I'm a little emotional. Usually I'm a little emotional in a little more iambs, but it's been a while since I'd killed myself, so I'm out of practice. Sorry.
Hi, there. God gi' god-den.