REGULUS I FEAR THAT UNLESS I TRANSCEND TO YOUR LEVEL OF DEEPNESS I SHALT NEVER SEE THE ERROR OF MY BOYISH, YET CHARMING, MISCHIEVOUS WAYS! SO I HAVE COME PREPARED WITH THE FOLLOWING:
IT FADED ON THE CROWING OF THE COCK. SOME SAY THAT EVER 'GAINST THE SEASON COMES WHEREIN OUR SAVIOR'S BIRTH IS CELEBRATED, THE BIRD OF DAWNING SINGETH ALL NIGHT LONG! ~HAMLET
WHAN THAT APRILL WITH HIS SHOURES SOOTE THE DROGHTE OF MARCH HATH PERCED TO THE ROOTE AND BATHED EVERY VEYNE IN SWICH LICOUR OF WHICH VERTU ENGENDRED IS THE FLOUR; WHAN ZEPHIRUS EEK WITH HIS SWEETE BREETH INSPIRED HATH IN EVERY HOLT AND HEETH THE TENDRE CROPPES, AND THE YONGE SONNE HATH IN THE RAM HIS HALF COURS YRONNE, AND SMALE FOWELES MAKEN MELODYE THAT SLEPEN AL THE NYGHT WITH OPEN YE (SO PRIKETH HEM NATURE IN HIR CORAGES), THANNE LONGEN FOLK TO GOON ON PILGRIMAGES AND PALMERES FOR TO SEKEN STRAUNGE STRONDES TO FERNE HALWES, KOWTHE IN SONDRY LONDES; AND SPECIALLY FROM EVERY SHIRES ENDE OF ENGELOND TO CAUNTERBURY THEY WENDE, THE HOOLY BLISFUL MARTIR FOR TO SEKE, THAT HEM HATH HOLPEN WHAN THAT THEY WERE SEEKE.
...>.> THERE ARE MANY DIFFERENT WAYS TO USE THIS WORD. I AM GOING WITH AN ALTERNATE MEANS.
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HERE. IT IS BLACK. LIKE YOUR SOUL. AND YOUR LAST NAME!
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I SHALL CALL HIM OZYMANDIAS!
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IT FADED ON THE CROWING OF THE COCK.
SOME SAY THAT EVER 'GAINST THE SEASON COMES
WHEREIN OUR SAVIOR'S BIRTH IS CELEBRATED,
THE BIRD OF DAWNING SINGETH ALL NIGHT LONG!
~HAMLET
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THE DROGHTE OF MARCH HATH PERCED TO THE ROOTE
AND BATHED EVERY VEYNE IN SWICH LICOUR
OF WHICH VERTU ENGENDRED IS THE FLOUR;
WHAN ZEPHIRUS EEK WITH HIS SWEETE BREETH
INSPIRED HATH IN EVERY HOLT AND HEETH
THE TENDRE CROPPES, AND THE YONGE SONNE
HATH IN THE RAM HIS HALF COURS YRONNE,
AND SMALE FOWELES MAKEN MELODYE
THAT SLEPEN AL THE NYGHT WITH OPEN YE
(SO PRIKETH HEM NATURE IN HIR CORAGES),
THANNE LONGEN FOLK TO GOON ON PILGRIMAGES
AND PALMERES FOR TO SEKEN STRAUNGE STRONDES
TO FERNE HALWES, KOWTHE IN SONDRY LONDES;
AND SPECIALLY FROM EVERY SHIRES ENDE
OF ENGELOND TO CAUNTERBURY THEY WENDE,
THE HOOLY BLISFUL MARTIR FOR TO SEKE,
THAT HEM HATH HOLPEN WHAN THAT THEY WERE SEEKE.
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=')
MEMORIES, SWEET MEMORIES!
OOH! INSPIRED!
*SCRAMBLES FOR NOTEBOOK*
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*GRABS HIS OWN NOTEBOOK*
ROSES ARE RED,
RAB IS LIKE LEAD,
MY TOES ARE COLD
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*LAMELY*
AND MY SOCKS ARE NOT HERE
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PUTTING THAT ALOE TO USE THEN, ARE YOU? >.>
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WE'RE DOING THIS AGAIN? WILL I HAVE TO PULL OUT MY RIGHT HOOK ONCE MORE?
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