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Sonnet
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Nov. 03, 2001 ]
5:39 AM
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A frown is no true lover of a smile But that epiphany comes too late For I have fallen for that joyless face And sent in tribute my entire fate. Yes, it is a seed that sprouted too late A fleet revelation that sowed more fears A bud which not in willingness does take Root, in vehement hope it not appear. So with steadfastness I watch and wait I watch and wait as others pass me by I watch and wait in dry evasive hope For a smile to take wing and fly She did, sweet lips, she flew, she went away, And I stared, glazed at all I gave away.
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