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3/28/2013 12:32:14 AM
Europe	The was apure feeling long times ago There was agirl – Juliet and her Romeo Families fightfor sense of this With sword, with quarrel or entreat There was acastle named – “luve” So high nobird could fly above Finding onIago’s hand his gift Killed hiscouple jealous Othello. Buteverything has changed this day OShakespeare, write a new play! Male isfall in “love” a male, O Lord! Look merrygay’s how they a lot. The man isgreat, do not forget, Don’t blameno one I plead you, plead! You readthis poem for yourself Hide itaway as no one need.
4/11/2013 12:06:22 AM
who loves his(her)native English could you help me	Hello poets native speakers! I write poems in my native Uzbek fluently and has already published my book. But I am just practicing writing poems in English. Please help me commenting my poems. I want to write poems in English as I do it in Uzbek.
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