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In honor of crisp fall weather finally descending upon us and some lingering thoughts of summer, have this love sonnet Shakespeare himself wrote to Bwog. And come to our open meeting tonight at 9pm in Lerner 510!

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Many hands do take the darling grapes away,
And summer’s fruit hath very sweet a taste:
Sometime too steep the ramp of Lerner inclines,
And often is his perilous climb chagrined;
But always there is Bwog oh beloved Mine,
On time and meeting in the room untrimm’d;
For thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of those pitches thou owest;
For shall Bwog say thou meet’st at 9 (pm) today,
When in Lerner 510 to time thou growest:
So long as minds can pitch or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

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