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Poetry for the week of August 31st........

That time of year thou mayst in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self that seals up all in rest.
In me thou seest the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

from Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare

(Please read): 1. the shop has been renamed and rebranded. I will be adding new items from time to time. 2. the shipping times have changed. Please review carefully. 3. I no longer accept custom orders. THANK YOU FOR VISITING. Your interest means a lot to me.

~*~*THIS SHOP IS FOREVER DEDICATED TO THE PERPETUAL MEMORY OF MY DEAREST MOTHER, ANNA, WHO PASSED AWAY ON APRIL 2, 2009, AND WHO TAUGHT ME THAT ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE*~*~

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