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Sonnet Lxxxix

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Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
And I will comment upon that offence;
Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,
Against thy reasons making no defence.
Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill,
To set a form upon desired change,
As I'll myself disgrace: knowing thy will,
I will acquaintance strangle and look strange,
Be absent from thy walks, and in my tongue
Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong
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COMMENTS
Madhabi Banerjee 25 March 2017
excellent, I like this honestly
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
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* Sunprincess * 18 November 2013
nice message...anything for love :)
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