Good Morning 
I am Stanley Pacion. I have a poem here 
it's not one of my
own, it's really one of Shakespeare's
"Sonnet One Sixteen (116)"
"Let not let me not to marriage of true
minds admit
impediments,.."  I am doing this in a response
to a poem of
which I heard by, whose name goes
Casey Jones On Her Own
I am going to use this [reading] as a response.
the reason for it is that I really truly
enjoy when Casey Joe reads that
poetry.
It reminds me -- when she does that poetry,
it reminds me really
of Shakespeare's language. It reminds me of Elizabethan times, language
Of course, i don't really know Casey, or where  she is from originally, or
where her site is located
But it sounds to me like what i would call --
being a New Yorker and someone from the Midwest,
from illinois
I call an Appalachian accent ah...
but it reminds me
of a truly an Elizabethan tone.
And when i heard her grandmother speaking in the
background in one of her video presentations
I was immediately transported back to the
place; I began to believe
that i was hearing the language
that I might have heard when
Shakespeare's plays were originally presented.
So with that I am going to post it as a
response
It's my version [reading] of Sonnet 116,
"Let me not to the marriage of
true minds admit impediments."
That is a tough one to say.
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
admit
impediments.
Love is not love
which alters when alteration finds,
or bends
with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken;
it is a star to every wandering bark,
whose worth's unknown,
although its height
be taken.
Love's not
Time's fool,
though rosie lips and cheeks
within his bending sickle's 
compass come;
love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
but bears it out even to the edge of Doom.
If this be error
and upon me proved.
I never writ,
nor no man ever loved.
Good Morning. I am Stanley Pacion.
That was really  116
Shakespeare's
"Let me not
let me not to marriage of treatment
admitted impediments
