Sweet(S)pea(s)

She accepted her large slice of cake and looked at the rich fruit within it. There were at least seven hundred calories in that, she thought, but it did not matter; she was a traditionally built lady and she did not have to worry about such things.

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12th June 2012

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For his bounty,
There was no Winter in ’t, an Autumn ’twas
That grew the more by reaping; his delights
Were dolphin-like, they show’d his back above
The element they liv’d in; in his livery
Walk’d crowns and crownets, realms and islands were
As plates dropp’d from his pocket.

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Antony and Cleopatra (5.2.108-114)

Cleopatra

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