Monday, May 11, 2009

Blonnet 18

Oh my blog,
Should I compare thee to a summer's day?
But thou are more hard and more complicated,
Rough finger do shake the darling keyboard of me,
And idea's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too blank the mind that doesn't shines,
And often my inspiration dimm'd;
And every word from word sometime declines,
By chance or nature's copying sentences untrimm'd;
But thy importance shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that value thou owest;
Nor shall viruses brag thou wander'st in their threat,
When in eternal lines of words thou growest:
So long as the lecturer can breathe or eyes can see,
So long the internet exists and this gives life to thee.

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