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Your face is more beautiful than a woman’s because it’s been painted by nature and not artificially. You are both master and mistress of my passion. You have the gentle heart of a woman but without the fickleness characteristic of women. Your eyes, that light up the very object that they look on, are brighter than theirs but without their shallow flirtatiousness. You have all the best qualities a man could have. All other men look to you as a model: you catch the eye of men and you amaze women. Nature first intended you as a woman, but as she was making you, she fell madly in love with you and, by adding something, deprived me of you; by adding one thing she made you unattainable to me. But since she equipped you for the pleasure of women, let me have your love and them your body.

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A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted,
Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;
A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women’s fashion:
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men’s eyes and women’s souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick’d thee out for women’s pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure.

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"When We Two Parted" is my favorite poem because it shows how much love the author has for this person, and how regretful and saddened he is about his relationship ending. The author shows grief and regret in this poem, and talks about how he lost a very romantic and loving relationship. The person that is telling this poem is the author, he is telling this story in a first person point of view, and he is sharing a regretful moment in his life.

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Author: George Gordan Byron
Year: 1816
"When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well—
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met—
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?—
With silence and tears."

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Adichie is a storyteller, she writes stories the same way she reads stories. All her characters were white, with blonde hair, and blue eyes. The reason why she did this is that that's what the books she read about had, she would always read American or British books, African books were very hard to find. The discovery of African books and African writers saved Adiche from not writing the same story over, and over again. When she was young, her family had a new house boy named Fide. Fides's family was really poor, whenever Adiches mother would talk about his family, all she would say and describe is how poor and unfortunate his family is. By hearing the same story about his family consistently, it became impossible for Adiche to see his family as anything but poor. When she was about 19, Adiche came to America for college, she had a roommate that had grown up in America, which pities her because of a single story she heard many times about Africa. After living in America for a while, Adichie realized that there are endless stories of Mexicans hopping over the border and dodging the health system, After finding this out and hearing these endless stories, She had bought into the single story of Mexicans and she believed too into the stereotypes. Single stories make people believe in stereotypes, sometimes stereotypes aren't the worst thing. The consequence of a single story runs people of their dignity, true stories from different points of view can repair that broken dignity. When we reject the single story, we regain a kind of paradise.

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This is the 8 pound pregnant fish that I caught.

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During my spring break, my dad, mom, uncle, aunt brother, cousin grandma, and grandpa, all went to Palmdale lake and went fishing. We stayed at the lake for about four and a half hours. Within the first maybe 30 mins, I caught a Lightning Bass fish that weighed about 8 pounds. I was the only one that caught anything in all 4 hours. We got home and my dad cut open the fish and to our surprise, the fish was pregnant.