A Silly Not So Sesquipedalian Spenserian Sonnet*

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*(Or what happens when sleep should have started several hours ago.)

The Sonnet

One word, two

Words, three words, four

What will we do

If there are more

To set a score

That could be

More than sand on a shore

Right by the sea.

One word, two words, three

Words, four. What will

We see

When we stand still

To hear the sound

Of the words we found?

 

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