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Start writing... Sonnet by Anon
My flamingo, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you paddle, swim and swim,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the bad prelim.
Let me compare you to a major tune?
You are more hungry, mortal and acid.
Cold sun heats the placid peaches of June,
And summertime has the portal prasad.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your antic ankle, thumb and eyes.
Thinking of your frantic thumb fills my days.
My love for you is the clad merchandise.
Now I must away with a mantic heart,
Remember my glad words whilst we're apart
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