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A Sonnet Fashioned Old

'Our love will never last a week, I fear-'
That's to say t'will last a hundred year.
As long as mortal flesh will cling to bone
Some part of my affection you will own;
'My character's a very different sort-'
Hey, the Gemini cannot purport
To shine in parity to equal we-
Provable by spectrography;
Our fortunes are of greatly different share-'
That's to say we both, in kind, are poor,
For one man's simple is another's sumptious fare;
'I'm a royalist and you're a Tory-'
That's to say that love will end the story
Of rich and poor and infamy and glory.

poem by Morgan Michaels
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