Tuesday, January 24, 2012

How do I hate thee

How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways. I hate thee to the depth and breadth and height. My soul can reach when feeling Tom Brady is out of sight. For the ends of Belichik and ideal Grace. I hate thee to the level to the level of Ochocinqo's everday need, by sun and by candlelight, I hate thee freely as Men strive for right, I hate thee purely as they turn from Brady's praise. I hate thee with a passion put to use. Hating you. In my old griefs and with childhood's faith I hate the with a hate I seem destined to lose. With the losing Saints, I hate the with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life, and if so God choose I will hate thee better after death.

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