Old English Love Poem
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Most fair locks thy possess indeed,
Withal, thy eyes forsake me with fortune.
Anon, mine heart hath ached for thy fair;
Temperate presence to contrast one's own.
Whence wilt thee e'er return hither?
(dont question my pen name). - also i made this 4 my gf!!
An Ode to Bathing
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Bath.
Bubbling and beneficent,
welcoming and warm.
The feeling,
of being clean,
it is like no other.
Lavender-scented waters,
glistening and gleaming.
Beckoning me,
begging me,
to enter the bath.
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGDHHA
Meter: 1 8 5 3 4 6 7 6 4 3 4
yeah idk what i was thinking with this one chat
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