The Daily Donkey

Category: Ponies

But I will still run

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day ?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date

By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee

Itch !

 

Heart of mine be still

No reason to wander