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Sonnet 130

Her eyes are not like the sun;

more red like coral red.

Her ******* are dun

and cold,

like snow.

Black wires grow on her head.

I think my love is rare

as any with false compare.

I know music hath a more

pleasing sound,

but I love to hear her

speak.

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christopher-j-marsaglia

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Published: Nov 28, 2010
LinesWords: 1252

Notes: shakespeare*

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