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Curtailed sonnet, for contest by Rob Carmack The dog didn't like the kitten, but wasn't unkind No way was she going to accept or meet Him in the middle, her love was not blind But my love for you was never just fleet You were more fire, swift to ignite and burn My love, that temper would flare up overhead But I was down to earth quiet like fern Enjoying sunrise, sunsets, get my book read
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