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.

https://www.nosweatshakespeare.com/sonnets/130/

Praise myself:

1. Short walking
2. Donated
3. new custom field
4. Got data
5. 🧺

Quarterfinal George Floyd

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rubbing alcohol 消毒用アルコール

New sod is also being laid down.

Sod 芝

https://www.cnn.com/2020/09/08/politics/rose-garden-repair-melania-trump/index.html

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