shakespeare moment

Sonnet LX

like the waves make towards the pebbled shore
so do our minutes hasten to their end
each changing place with that which goes before
in sequent toil all forwards do contend
nativity, once the main of light
crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd
crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight
and Time, that gave, doth now his gift confound
time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
and delves the parallels in beauty's brow;
feeds on the rarities of nature's truth
and nothing stands but for his scythe to mow
and yet, to times in hope, my verse shall stand
praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand


yeah...Shakespeare people, the Bard himself..oh, and unless i ask someone out tomorrow like i vowed to do, claire, luke, john and some weirdo named Bob the Canadian are going to never speak to me agian... (finally, a chance to get a little peace and quiet... :) ) ok! ok! i give, i'll do it, damn, this is sooo hard....but hey, social retardation can be over come!!!
oh and, about the Canadian guy...funny...like a male Claire... kinda odd....oh well....