A sonnet poem

By , Sparks, NV
A crowded city holds many things.
Beautiful women,
Who desire wedding rings.
They scheme and plot to score,
No matter the result,
And when they fail they cannot see that it is their own fault.
Sometimes these women succeed,
Others end up alone.
In any case, the results are varied.
As soap history has shown.
To end, it seems quite likely, that every single time,
Soap operas are a very poor choice for a lovely sonnet rhyme.





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