January 27, 2009
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As I tell you this sonnet
It will someday be famous and old.
When I need inspiration I call upon it,
It inspires me with inspiration good and bold.

It never dies out,
No matter what i do.
It's as hopeless as a winter grout,
But never as hopeless as you and me.

I don't know what I would do,
I'm going into the valley.
If I lost you,
My heart will sink in a dark alley.

I'd hate it if we we're apart,
I'll know that will never happen in spite of my heart.

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tchr6 said...
Mar. 6, 2009 at 3:01 pm
Great poem! We are all very proud of your accompishments here at MMS! Keep up the great job!
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