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New Chink a Chink Set by Rings-N-Things

New Chink a Chink Set by Rings-N-Things

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Masterpiece by Dorian Black

Masterpiece by Dorian Black

dog lashes like velvet brushes I can feel your eyes painting my face happy by Whit Haydn

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Pop Haydn in M.U.M.

Pop Haydn in M.U.M.

Pop Haydn is featured in a ten page cover article in the Society of American Magicians’ M.U.M. Magazine for April, 2021. The article is written by Jaq Greenspan. Lots of photos. The Magazine is available online to members, and by mail to members who want it.

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Amazing Miracle Oil Feb 2020

Amazing Miracle Oil Feb 2020

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Pop Haydn ~ Magnetized Water

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Pop Haydn ~ The Linking Rings

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Sonnet 151 by William Shakespeare

Sonnet 151 by William Shakespeare

Sonnet 151

Love is too young to know what conscience is,

Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?

Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,

Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove;

For, thou betraying me, I do betray

My nobler part to my gross body’s treason.

My soul doth tell my body that he may

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Sonnet 144 by William Shakespeare

Sonnet 144 by William Shakespeare

Sonnet 144

Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,

Which, like two spirits, do suggest me still;

The better angel is a man right fair,

The worser spirit a woman colored ill.

To win me soon to hell, my female evil

Tempteth my better angel from my side,

And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,

Wooing…

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Sonnet 138 by William Shakespeare

Sonnet 138 by William Shakespeare

Sonnet 138

When my love swears that she is made of truth

I do believe her, though I know she lies,

That she might think me some untutored youth

Unlearnèd in the world’s false subtleties.

Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,

Although she knows my days are past the best,

Simply I credit her false…

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Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare Sonnet 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

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The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

The Raven

by Edgar Allan Poe 

  Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered,…

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Sonnet 86 ~ William Shakespeare

Sonnet 86 ~ William Shakespeare

Sonnet 86

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,

Bound for the prize of all too precious you,

That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,

Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?

Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write

Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?

No, neither he, nor…

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Sonnet 117 ~ William Shakespeare

Sonnet 117 ~ William Shakespeare

Sonnet 117

Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all

Wherein I should your great deserts repay,

Forgot upon your dearest love to call,

Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;

That I have frequent been with unknown minds,

And giv’n to time your own dear purchased right;

That I have hoisted sail to all the…

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Sonnet 119 ~ William Shakespeare

Sonnet 119 ~ William Shakespeare

Sonnet 119

What potions have I drunk of siren tears,

Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within,

Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,

Still losing when I saw myself to win!

What wretched errors hath my heart committed,

Whilst it hath thought itself so blessèd never!

How have mine eyes out of their…

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Sonnet 129 by William Shakespeare

Sonnet 129 by William Shakespeare

Sonnet 129

Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame

Is lust in action, and till action, lust

Is perjured, murd’rous, bloody, full of blame,

Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,

Enjoyed no sooner but despisèd straight,

Past reason hunted, and no sooner had,

Past reason hated as a swallowed bait

O…

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Sonnet 120 by William Shakespeare

Sonnet 120 by William Shakespeare

  SONNET 120

That you were once unkind, befriends me now,

And for that sorrow, which I then did feel

Needs must I under my transgression bow,

Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.

For if you were by my unkindness shaken,

As I by yours, y’ have pass’d a hell of time,

And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken

To weigh how…

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(via After Death, Nothing Is... ~ Seneca)