I READ TOO MUCH SHAKESPEARE
And it affects my poetry
TETRAMETER, BITCHES!
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Oh, take these things that do me bind
And tell mine eyes to close, to blind.
I seizéd truth in hands of yours,
And basked inside your songs, your lores
That from my silent, waiting ear -
O, pray do note, now I stand here
And wait so duly, year ‘pon year
Hence, to call thee: Mine - Only Dear
