Italian or Petrarchan Sonnet --- 2025 January 06
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A novice sorts out centerstage then gaze at the spotlight above, and celebrate the art thereof that host town folks from Shakespeare days, they swam her brain like surfing waves, she's adrift in her dreams of love, until her name is heard ... whereof, fruited skills, a future is saved. She dons a stunning crimson dress, prance Solitaire to Karen's tune, walking under a Broadway light, stands by the Grand Hall with the press, glamour beneath a brightened moon, her award gleamed in the limelight.
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