Just mishmashed and rewrote lines from well-known poems.


Nay, I have done, you get no more of me. (– Michael Drayton)
So let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky. (– T.S. Eliot)
Shake hands, kiss and part, (– Michael Drayton)
For dawn is rising, clad in russet mantle. (– William Shakespeare)
And when we meet again,
When we have passed the years,
Know that I will greet thee
In silence and in tears. (– Lord Byron)


Posted on May 28, 2007, in Sydney, Writing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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