Blogging between finals

Here’s how bad my Voice final was this morning:  Had I been watching instead of singing, I would have laughed so hard that I would have dislocated my nose.  My classmates are genuinely kind and generous people—they still found encouraging things to write about my song.  Today’s sonnet:

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XCVII

  How like a winter hath my absence been

  From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!

  What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!

  What old December's bareness everywhere!

  And yet this time removed was summer's time;

  The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,

  Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,

  Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:

  Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me

  But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit;

  For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,

  And, thou away, the very birds are mute:

    Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer,

    That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.

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Now that’s a masterpiece  J  with multiple metaphors weaving through each other in lines 1–12.  The volta is the or at the beginning of the closing couplet.  And now I have up to 6 p.m. to write my 4–5-page term paper  L  and then a final to take during 6–10 p.m., so more tomorrow—