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Sonnet Avorté Sitting to write of all your virtues fair All grace has fled, no inspiration comes. My box of words lies desolate and bare,

Admonitory Sonnetory The ranks of poesy are often swelled With words misspelled and poorly-crafted speech By scribblers, heedless, careless, yet compelled To share their thoughts

Giving Up the Ghost Thinking to write of love, I took up quill to praise its verdant garden of delights; to romp once more through

Capella   When unkind circumstance conspires delay impatient passion burns for love’s reward. The waiting fuels desire’s bright ballet, but yet unpartnered, what can be

Metempsychosis It is from stuff of stars that we are made, sent back again the journey to complete. Each visit then begins a new parade