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The Art of Kindness A Limping Sonnet

How the art of kindness doth excite,

The ressure and the intervening tear,

What horizons have they fled,

What old time’s blearest dream!

But atta pressure of the Two Team,

Finding nothing to surfeit the bloated corpse,

Rabbed the Whole She bo be bang

And rounded them a Team.

Beam! Bleam! So no one cared.

Except the High Financier.

Ah, but wine was never Made

That sorely tongues gave grace & aid.

Because I cant write a sonnet

Does that make me Shakespeare?

There’s a sonnet of the lotus

A rubicund rose

Death in a rose

Is prouder than satin

Emerald Isles

Blest

In the Archipelagoan

Shore –

Ferry’s arrived.