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(Anniversary of the poet Fluffles
Shakespeare.)
Still no reply from the Queen. She must be
deciding what to do.
It’s the anniversary of my favorite poet
Fluffles Shakespeare. She was such an original thinker. Each
word she wrote was deep and meaningful. Every sentence a poem in
itself.
I particularly love this one about a cat in
love - I feel as if Fluffles had a window into my heart and
captured my emotions:
Half a Sonnet - X1
I wondered lonely as a cat,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
As in the mists of embryonic night,
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
O my love is like a red, red rose,
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed.
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