Monday, August 31, 2015

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OZYMANDIAS - Percy.B.Shlley

 I met a traveller from an antique land
 Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
 Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand.
 Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown

 And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
 Tell that is sculptor well those passions read
 Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
 The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.

 And on the pedestal these words appear:
 "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
 Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"

 Nothing besides remains: round the decay
 Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
 The lone and level sands stretch far away.

we will miss you, but catch you later, Pizz.
R.I.P. The Pizz 


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