William Shakespeare
Warwickshire
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Sonnet Xcviii

Rating: 3.9
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew;
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
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Fantone Mdala 12 May 2019
Another masterpiece by the legend himself
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
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Fantone Mdala 12 May 2019
alright. Will do so buddy
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