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Found Poetry 54


let the fool doubt what is golden
I shall love you heavily with abundance
my rhyme is red like a fever
your beauty and grace like water
the second day woe is not me
wind tortures me with your sweet smell
my eyes, even though oldfangled
see something new in you with each look

This poem was created from William Shakespeare's collected sonnets. Click here to see a book by Shakespeare.

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