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Shakespeare’s Sonnets
I think about my sweet parents, now old,
And myself, every day growing older,
Hoping to create a gentle and tender essence
That will survive when we part this existence,
Like Shakespeare’s sonnets written four hundred years ago
Still leaving a magical afterglow
For lovers and poets yet unborn.
poem
by
Uriah Hamilton
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