Shakespeare for bad hair days....
on REM Zoe Lara (in India) (India), 20/Sep/2010 10:20, 34 days ago
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips' red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damasked, red and white,But no such roses see I in her cheeks;And in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.I love to hear her speak, yet well I knowThat music hath a far more pleasing sound;I grant I never saw a goddess go;My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rareAs any she belied with false compare.(apt for the shift to hostel living, no perfume, banned miniskirts and a renewed promise not to let superficial things matter too much! :)
