From 0bc764f003a763a30f3030b4de233a512a016881 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Case Duckworth
Date: Mon, 9 Mar 2015 12:39:38 -0700
Subject: HTML compile 2015-03-09
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diff --git a/time-looks-up-to-the-sky.html b/time-looks-up-to-the-sky.html
index 72d3ac0..47a7223 100644
--- a/time-looks-up-to-the-sky.html
+++ b/time-looks-up-to-the-sky.html
@@ -24,6 +24,7 @@
</head>
<body>
+<article id="header">
<header>
<!-- title -->
<h1 class="title">Time looks up to the sky</h1>
@@ -32,14 +33,15 @@
</header>
- <section class="thing verse">
- <p>I wish I’d kissed you when I had the chance.<br />Your face hovering there, so near to mine,<br />your mouth pursed—what word was it you pronounced?</p>
- <p>When I think about you, <a href="howithappened.html">something in my pants</a><br />tightens, and my thoughts run, and I realize<br />I should’ve kissed you when I had the chance.</p>
- <p>I want that moment never to be past<br />like Keats’s lovers on the grecian urn:<br />his mouth pursed, her figure turned to pronounce</p>
- <p>her hips in ways that are not feminist.<br />But time strolls mildly on, not glancing at my<br />wish to kiss you when I had the chance,</p>
- <p>whispered like a <a href="about-the-author.html">beggar to a prince</a><br />outside his palace: time looks up to the sky,<br />purses his lips, and hears what I pronounce</p>
- <p>but pays it little mind. If he would just<br />turn back, bend down, and follow my design,<br />I would have kissed you when I had the chance,<br />as your mouth pursed and you pronounced goodbye.</p>
+ <section class="content verse">
+ <p>I wish I’d kissed you when I had the chance.<br />Your face hovering there, so near to mine,<br />your mouth pursed—what word was it you pronounced?</p>
+ <p>When I think about you, <a href="howithappened.html">something in my pants</a><br />tightens, and my thoughts run, and I realize<br />I should’ve kissed you when I had the chance.</p>
+ <p>I want that moment never to be past<br />like Keats’s lovers on the grecian urn:<br />his mouth pursed, her figure turned to pronounce</p>
+ <p>her hips in ways that are not feminist.<br />But time strolls mildly on, not glancing at my<br />wish to kiss you when I had the chance,</p>
+ <p>whispered like a <a href="about-the-author.html">beggar to a prince</a><br />outside his palace: time looks up to the sky,<br />purses his lips, and hears what I pronounce</p>
+ <p>but pays it little mind. If he would just<br />turn back, bend down, and follow my design,<br />I would have kissed you when I had the chance,<br />as your mouth pursed and you pronounced goodbye.</p>
</section>
+</article>
<nav>
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