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Thoughts on Russia

Good morning and happy Friday to you. (Unless you are more of an afternoon reader. In that case, good afternoon.) I don't really have much to say right now. (How extremely odd.) I changed the look of my blog, I hope you like it. I was trying to make it more appealing so you will want to come back. This morning (like ten minutes ago) I was watching the news. Apparently Donald Trump and Vladimir Putin shook hands at a meeting. (A video of it was posted on the internet) I am not sure why this is important. I also do not know why the U.S. can't ally with Russia. So I googled their government. I learned that their president serves a six year term, and shares almost equal power with the prime minister. (President has more power though) Also that the president can just make laws without the okay of the other branches of government. I thought that was interesting. (It was before coffee so I did not absorb too much information.) I don't think that I would want to live in Russia, but it might be cool to visit. Now it is time for us to read, learn and understand sonnet 5 (by Shakespeare).

Those hours that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell
Will play the tyrants to the very same,
And that unfair which fairly doth excel:
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter and confounds him there,
Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.
But flowers distilled though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show, their substance still lives sweet.



Those hours that with gentle work did frame/ The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell/ Will play the tyrants to the very same, The time that made you so beautiful that you are the focus of every gaze will be the same force that makes you ugly. (Probably what he is saying) So the rest, some of it talks about how time makes summer beautiful but turns it into winter which is ugly and barren. The liquid prisoner is perfume (Read that in the book I got about his Sonnets) Other than that, this one was a hard one for me to understand or really grasp at all. If you do not get it either, I know how you feel. I will study Sonnet 6 today so tomorrow I will know it with more confidence than this one. 😉Since today is Friday, I should put something that will make you smile... Here, I have something for all of you math nerds. 
Image result for root of all evil funny I am not big into math, but it made me laugh. Have a great day, People!

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