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Sculpted out of ether/ Painted on the sea/ The purest form of life/ Is how the world sees me

Sunday, May 1, 2011

When the 'sphere' is 'shake'n...

In that green loch...
Ophelia will drown
Macbeth will lose his crown


On this wooden porch...
Desdemona may die
And Lear cry


But in my world,
Shylock loves
And Cordelia lives


'Cause in their world...
Miranda fakes
And Ferdinand cheats...!


"If this be error and upon me proved
 I never writ, nor no man ever loved"