Sonnet 18 and a Half
Shall I compare thee to a piece of clay?
Thou crack and crumble in light of the sun.
Thy beauty’s all but washed and burned away
All of my love for thee has been undone.
Copyright © Billy Bob | Year Posted 2012
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