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Shall I Compare Thee To an Elephant?
Shall I compare thee to an elephant?
Thou art a thousand times more relevant.
Not from a floppy ear doth ardor rise,
Nor yet doth sinuous trunk knot love’s sweet ties;
And if thou can’t stampede across the plains,
Nor deftly roll in mud when monsoon rains,
I find my heart shall hold here little lack,
As pachyderm thou aren’t in love’s soft sack.
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Jerrold Prothero
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