Tuesday, 8 October 2019
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Tuesday, 24 September 2019
If I were a president...
Watch the video and choose three things you would do if you were a president
Tuesday, 10 September 2019
Micronations
What are the main steps of creating your own micronation?
What micronation would you create?
Friday, 18 October 2013
William Shakespeare: Sonnet 130
William Shakespeare: Sonnet 130
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white; why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go -
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
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