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Sonnet XXXI

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Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead; And there reigns Love, and all Love’s loving parts, And all those friends which I thought buried. How many a holy and obsequious tear Hath dear religious love stol’n from mine eye, As interest of the dead, which now appear But things removed that hidden in thee lie! Thou art the grave where buried love doth live, Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone, Who all their parts of me to thee did give, That due of many now is thine alone: Their images I loved, I view in thee, And thou (all they) hast all the all of me.

Sonnet XXXI – William Shakespeare

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Wake Up and Smell The Coffee

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Ask not about what the future may bring.
Whether sorrow shall reign or happiness ring.
Breathe deeply the aroma from life’s belfry.
WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE.

Seek not to know when death shall call.
Whether bells shall toll or cardinals sing.
Instead find joy in each moment’s acme.
Wake up and smell the coffee.

Think not about ghouls and banshees
Or wonder what makes hopes cloudy.
Rest your thoughts upon here and now.
Wake up and smell the coffee.

Worry not about why bereavement calls.
Do not dwell on words of war.
And if at days start your mind seems clogged,
Wake up and smell the coffee.

Be happy enjoying life’s fragrant‚Ķpeace.
Turn long-term goals into shorter leaps.
Set life’s table with roses and daisies
Then, wake up and smell the coffee.

Steadfastly time steals; days pass away.
And memories too soon fade as well.
Trust not what bouquet the future holds.
Wake up and smell the coffee, today.

–¬†Dane Smith-Johnsen

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