5 thoughts on “Disgrace”

  1. Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface
    In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled:
    Make some sweet phial; treasure thou some place
    With beauty’s treasure, ere it be self-kill’d.
    WS
    The rest is probably not appropriate. I can take any amount of the bard you care to spread around, but I hope you are revelling in the poetry and not beating yourself up about anything.

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