Saturday, January 4, 2003

Sonnets Viii Comments

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THAT time of year thou may'st in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold--
Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet birds sang,
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William Shakespeare
sunset yellow Ashes
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MD TUSHAR IMRAN 23 August 2019

I LOVE YOU

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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 

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Egal Bohen 06 September 2007

No dying fire ever glowed brighter

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