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Monday, 22 May 2017

A Taxi Driver On His Death by Timothy Wangusa

When with prophetic eye I peer into the future
I see that I shall perish upon this road
Driving men that I do not know.
This metallic monster that now I dictate,
This docile elaborate horse,
That in silence seems to simmer and strain,
Shall surely revolt some tempting day.

Wednesday, 17 May 2017

Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day By William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
       Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
            By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade, 
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;