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I can't believeth all the things I seeth:
the streets with such strange vehicles which wend
their way so apace liketh those gents fleeth
as metal lions.  Nev'r has't i penn'd
a sonnet on such vehicles and highways. 
Nev'r has't i hath felt so unbelieving.
I might not but tryeth to traveleth all byways. 
Above me in the sky, huge birds art leaving. 
Of metal too art those gents, which art of charm. 
Oh, mine own, the females showeth their flesh,
and how the men art causes me alarm. 
And lo, the air!  How can the folks refresh?
Tall buildings, so few farms, and such big towns. 
So crazy art the folks h're and their sounds!

Jan. 21, 2023 for Anoucheka Gangabissoon's Shakespeare in 2023 Contest
Translated into Shakespearean English 
using English to Shakespearean Translator - LingoJam
(I can't be sure that it's exactly right, but I am hoping this is how they actually talked in those times. To understand my poem better, you can go to Lingojam and just reverse the process translating Shakespearean English back into Modern English!)

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