I'm having really odd dreams lately... more so than usual. Not to mention some really disturbing ones.. including Robert Kilroy Silk popping up out of nowhere and cupping my butt. That is something that I would like to wipe from my brain!
The other night however, I was dreaming and in my dream was a poem. I recognised it, but in my dream.. I knew all of it. I was quite impressed with myself. I googled the 3 lines that I could remember and turns out that is a Sonnet by Shakeaspeare... not bad eh?! Shame I didnt just randomly know all of it in my dream though without hearing it first.. I guess that would have made me some sort of literary genius .. *sigh*.. maybe one day!
Shall I compare thee to a summers day
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may .......
I suggest you look it up as it is really rather beautiful......
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