Thoo!
Plagiarism andre Shakespeare ey sikkdna?

Sonnet

Shall i compare thee to a Summer's day?
Though 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 sometimes 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;
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

nonsense.
you wanted spotlights on soliloquies.

but it's okay.
you do it better.
go on?

*nods*

but i thought we were on soliloquies.

So,
go ahead,
give one.

it takes two

to tango.
to clap.
to talk.

to tinyyellownote.

This place has been

uncharacteristically
woefully
ununderstandably
andotherbigwordably

quiet.