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I love some of Shakespeare's sonnets, my personal favourite being Sonnet 130:
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a godess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
. As any she belied with false compare.
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Written by the wonderful Skilos, featuring me! It's coming soon!
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Shakespearean Sonnets
