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Sonnet 4.0


I do not think she will ever know,

that my time with her is worth more than gold.

If I could only show

with her I want to grow ld.

Her eyes have me in a trance

And her beauty is a worldly rare

I want to take her hand and dance.

Her and I are a great pair.

When she calls, I sprint to her feet

And gives me a loving smile.

I charish everytime we meet.

She makes my heart go a-mile.

 

Truely she is a lovely lady,

That is why I speak about my Katie.

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