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No.3
1/27/2004
Copyright © 2004 Loughry
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I've heard it said that one sonnet per day,
Aside from bringing expressive pleasure,
Will keep the dread foe, Alzheimer, at bay.
So whom will argue with such a measure?
Try it I must; promised fun doth demand.
Five counts in a row, two perfect beats each;
I am I am I am I am I am.
Who would have thought that my words could thus reach? Oh, t'is fun, and I suspect quite useful,
To organize and systematize words.
Reining one's thoughts as they astray go...pull,
T'is efficiency grown, supreme power chords.
...... Here's my prescription I offer to you,.
......Try it; you'll like it. I'm sure this is true.