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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou make me feel as warm and as wet. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash clean this Line which I have once again taken? Or but any man but Adam have a thought he knew was his own and only but his own? I am often struck with my own creative need And how I not the warning of others heed That any original thought can truly now be sewn Originality is something I often greatly sought But to this single impossible fact I now awaken That is not on purpose this mark I miss, But these lines their source, I often forget. Quoth the raven," I can't believe you ended this way."

I have seen all that you have not, and I have not seen what you have. What am I? Riddle me this, riddle me that, What is under your head, but over your hat? Part of a typewriter copy I am, and I also enjoy getting high at the carnival. What am I? Do not bake me into a pie, rightly as I am worth nothing. Know, however, my Authority on wealth. What am I? Chirp chirp flat the flying rodent. What am I?

If you use me, then I become sharper, If you neglect me, then I become dull, In use no noise I make, without me now man is whole, Those who know me well know success, those who do not forever make fries, One plus one is two, the other half of me cries. What am I? Leaning back to look above, some of my kind rock, Many a place to put your arms, others of us shock. What am I? Circle, oval, all around, Outdoors-indoors I be found, Try to keep up a pace, Or hide your footsteps from any trace. What am I? Helps one to fly through the air, or to go forward with no plan or care. What am I? I have seen all that you have seen. What am I?

A spine I have without a back, red all over with a crack. What am I? Half of half and half again, given by mothers to their kin. What is it? Flashes of red, flashes of blue, old movie colors come to you, take a ticket, go for a ride, had some fun, now go inside. What am I? With a breath I live, with a touch I die, light as air, no wings to fly. What am I? A colorful cube with 54 sides. What am I?

What is that which is in power, it's cost measured times the hour? Effects it has on the mind, going with its supposed kind, More a cause of the will, and more likely to find a dentist's drill. What am I? Stimulant-filled I be, no darkness found in me, A sip to deliver the thrill, harms one, but due what you will. What am I? Cutting through the air, Twirling without a care, Going toward the red and white, Too heavy for normal flight. What am I? Earth, fire, water, air, Among those no longer there, By mercury, tried from lead, I'm 79 in my bed. What am I?

Beltane Faery Cakes Fried Honeycakes These cakes were left in the garden to please Faery visitors. If you plan to leave an offering to the Faery, double the recipe to keep some for your family. They're scrumptious. 1/2 cup sweet white wine (I used water, came out just as well!) 2 tablespoons sugar 1 egg 1 cup honey (A lighter honey seems to taste better) 2/3 cup flour 1/8 teaspoon nutmeg (Don't use alot! Very overpowering!) 1/8 teaspoon cinnamon Oil for frying 1/8 teaspoon salt Beat the wine (or substitute) & egg in a medium bowl. Combine the flour, cinnamon, salt & sugar in a small bowl. Stir into the egg mixture. Let stand 30 mi