21 sonet of Shakespear

Andrew Olekh
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It’s time for some digital poetry. Today we’ll declaim 21 sonet of Shakespear:
So is it not with me as with that Muse,
Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse,
Making a couplement of proud compare
With 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗸𝘆, with earth and sea’s rich gems,
With April’s first-born 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝘀, and all things rare,
That heaven’s air in this huge rondure hems.
So feel free to be inspired by our 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗱&𝗦𝗸𝘆 offer with up to 13,07 payout, like Bard of Avon was.

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