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  • Dramatic Poetry Re: To accomplish

    Exhausted from crying, the little girl fell on her knees. The cold snow was piercing into her bare legs, making her shiver. She looked for answers in the sky, but ...

    Nov 27, 2010


Thou call'dst me a dog before thou hadst cause. But, since I am a dog, beware my fangs.
— Shylock, The Merchant of Venice