*Before reading this, read Skyfyre's poem, (trust me it's worth it).
Dear Shakespeare, sir, I thought you always wise,
And yet tonight, your talent reached its peak.
Just as the sun has no more room to rise,
I, too, am lacking any breath to speak.
And find my mind repeating just one verse,
And I shall do so ▒til the sun grows cold
For in your magic words I▓m left submersed
And by your wicked tongue, I stand appalled
One, single verse still wanders in my head
And from its presence, I could never run.
As if it is the only verse I▓ve ever read!
"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ..."
And if this verse can thus inspire Kess,
Let me appraise it high above the rest!
[This message has been edited by Master (edited 01-26-2000).]