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On His Mistress’s Demands for Poetry (from The Kind Ghosts)

OK, I’ll compare thee to a summer’s day: You’re not that bright, but you’re hot. While poets may say you’re like the rose Both you and I know you’re not. True, you walk in beauty in the night (Though you look a bit rough by day). Now – how shall I make love to you? Let me count the ways…

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