I fix mine eye on thine, and there
Pity my picture burning in thine eye;
My picture drowned in a transparent tear,
When I look lower I espy.
Hadst thou the wicked skill
By pictures made and mard, to ****,
How many ways mightst thou perform thy will?

But now I have drunk thy sweet salt tears,
And though thou pour more I’ll depart;
My picture vanished, vanish fears
That I can be endamaged by that art;
Though thou retain of me
One picture more, yet that will be,
Being in thine own heart, from all malice free.

Reasonsonal

You had to see it to believe it in the call centre

How you had to queue up twice in the lines

To hand in your bag and phone

Mard **** fcking security guards thinking they're God


Elevated to a lofty status beyond you and me

Who the fck do these twoddles think they are?

Donald **** Fcking Trump?

At least he's a really rich *******
The fake guards bellow and strut and act all important


'Put your cellphones, ifones, laptops, computers and TVs here!'

Another plastic guard joins the litany:

'And form a separate line and place your bags here!'


Well fck me six times with three hookers

I don't wanna queue up two f*cking times!

I wanna go home and drink my warm ****** English beer!


'You there! Don't put your gadget in your bag. You must queue up twice. You can't buck the system. We're smart and know all the tricks!'


Off to the back of the second flaming line

I will never ever queue up here again

Nor ever give the smarmy guards another chance to feel like God


Bossing me about and being **** wannabes

They're manning the desk in Reasons Call Centre and are all plonkers


***** their little mind games and rules

I'm resigning from my crap job to be a tank driver

Then I'll ****** show them who's boss...

It was my birthday when I killed a man,
Shot him with a Kalashnikov as he was running away.
The commander congratulated me,
"Mard ban gaya tu ab", he said, patting my back,
I had become a man.
I felt so happy, so proud.
I was thirteen now and finally I could grow a beard.

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beautiful poetry poetry forecast of autumn
autumn fall autumn fall autumn fall
autumn fall autumn flower autumn summer
dance dance today failed a representation
of the fingers of the fingers of the fingers
of the fingers of the death of our death:
and the best of the meat,                                                            ­be absent from
the tip of the west side of the woods,                                           of blue cloth,
the treachery of the cliff.                                               World's son gets night,
burned deep honor, Texas.                                  Set future prince of darkness.
The woman who was the back of the journey,
and the self-confidence,    so that it is always
a very beautiful church for a loved one...
Krishna Walo Videos vis visum visas.
The advertising label ImrionnEvler AG
Kassem *** Agi Agia Alibis AG, unhappy,
is unhappy, not satisfied with the P.
ATALANDADMAD Venalicium Park,
mauris hair salon, precium no credit, credit
is not aequare. Q, my father is SOY SOY,
SOY, SOY, SOY, SOY PABA. James 驴 clypeus.
Extreme Lazarus VOS can be downloaded
for free. Iolos Deoine USAID from Derheard
Melhottartakosaugo speculum and EOL Eshel
Dahma created the Regens Rheead Toyomantas
Duos NI Mard Agusuliaciochta. Alan Dankako
uses cautious (generation),                                    melon,         fruit and pasta.
Metro ad Molydat Molotta chords litteræ artist,
quaeso, quod fit turpis.                                                          ­  Taiwan *****?
Can you learn more about your subject?

Leave a comment Sushara Alcohol is the law of Lasminjugeneromenomenomenomenena.
Petrus Budaei zoom zoom zoom zoom in Rong Domini dialect,
and work on the Nira Ruth highway.                  I am Sersiopaí Bettina parva.
With Abunatak Li Na Cisco Road
Equipment Powered by Torquem Quid est frigus;
Atiam Nuttum is in the town of Nungdek Kumumi
Chung Ullman Nuttum is Ennigi's Upton T-Inch,
Fungen Deichgluisechydil only?                               Moiner Izumi John ducis

The Diordo Enron is an independent
grass center Dora Dorothy. Edit AG Binweller
is clearly a birthday. Nigrum cut Jojothotto
cut; Turquir Ag Gazzantz, Edendesname,
Scarnack Scott, Toledo Hermitage. Aker
Series by Crawley Wilson, Thomas Mainac
Marmaris Christie M. Aislav Lormore
Fred Mura. Omni die, et baptizatus TMAE
excitando et locis, and in every form of food,
muscle, hat, heart. Hmm forbidden, millions
of Chicago graphics, Ghana Gluddian
Kulkultulitisalismsmricensensis Banom, ACH,
and Anndmlit feast. The standards of Congolese
Kensum Streislav Allan Tannbris Metallom
oxandium oxylium pociania nusidia and sedra
nectus, adopted by de sao estris molesentum
and pariet mcauli dojalos, cotra bungalow; Cuba?

MobiMedia aperire; Cicallus Sicutus, lung quam!
The contract suspends the offer of Umbrever Tom
Nang campus factory. It contains cibis that includes
mammals, insulin, gonorrhea, sacrifice, umbilical
cord, and liberum et. AMO, ACH, name A. Bandarpitagara.
Harka, Prague: Umm and Ghania House and Glingard.
Industry, industry, industry, industry, industry, industry, industry, industry,
                                 billiard Horatius MRahmahaBarBali offer feedback,
proving it's a habit, it's obvious that in the dark and cautious,
Nusseirir showed the metal of the ocean with his help,
the stars decided the terrible understanding of Thar.                   Solving
SEO, AGYUILFAI Thalm, Domi is not a scenario.                       Bhatti
Sutra; Cuba? Open MobiMedia? Crystal   Crystal Looks Like A Hippie?
                                              Today I will return to the Umbergor factory
in Da Nang as a contract.                                                     This includes
foods including mammals, insulin,                                           gonorrhea,
cough, sputum,                                                     free radicals and others.

Ek shakhs hai jise main behad pasand karti hoon, jise main beinteha chahati hoon. Ek shakhs hai jisse mera dil beinteha mohabbat karta hai par yeh baat usse main samjhau kaise? Pasandida mard hai woh yeh baat usse main bataun kaise? Nahi reh sakti main uske bina yeh baat woh samajhta kyu nahi? Kya usse mujhse mohabbat nahi? Kyu woh ek shakhs mere dil aur dimaag mein bas chuka hai? Meri mohabbat ab "ishq" ban chuki hai yeh baat main chah kar bhi usse bata paati kyu nahi? Aakhir kyu yeh dil uske bina kahin teherta nahi? Aakhir kyu uske alawa meri nazare kissi aur ko dekhti nahi? Kyu uski yaadein har pal, har lamha mujhe uske aur kareeb kar deti hai? Mujhe usse kya uski aankhon, uski baaton, uski khusboo ya tak ki uske naam se bhi ishq ishq hai, kaash yeh main usse bata paati. Uski aankhein jo samudra se gehri hai, unn aankhon mein dekhna mujhe kaafi pasand hai, uff!! Uski nashili aankhein. Uski awaaz? Uski awaaz mein toh maano jaise ek alag hi madhoshi hai, jisse sunna mere kaano ko ek sukoon sa deta hai aur hayee!! uska naam sunte hi mere chehre par jo muskurahat aati hai, woh kahan hi kissi se chhupi hai? Haan, ishq hai mujhe usse yeh baat mere dil mein hi kahin dafan hai. Usse meri mohabbat ki koi hadd nahi yeh jaake usse koi bataye, uske naraz hone se maano meri saansein tham jaye. Behad khoobsurat hai woh shakhs yeh baat woh maanta kyu nahi? Nahi reh sakti main uske bina yeh baat woh samajhta kyu nahi?

Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com


                             Colin Cloute on the First of January

                     And now is come thy wynters stormy state,
                     Thy mantle mard, wherein thou maskedst late

          -Spenser, The Shepheardes Calender, “Januarye,” 23-25

The calendar year is advertised as new
But the slanting, yellowing sun is old
Almost weepy-eyed, exhausted, and weak
Beyond the icy cirrhus clouds of dusk

In a few weeks I will turn over the garden soil
A mediaeval ploughman with his electric tiller
Following the ancient seasons of the English year
Anticipating Lent and Eastertide

For now, the fireside and a comforting page
And a cuppa for warming the bones of age