sonnet #1 for female
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time to put the pen to the open page.
i've got to kick my poor self into place.
i've never had a single war to wage,
yet now i'm fighting to find a new face.
too many days have gone to waste, on she
who wouldn't sell a glance to me in fun.
recurring dreams have made their mark, on me,
since the year of our dear lord: four score and one.
the sun has set, to coat the clouds in blood;
dusk has stolen my vacant afternoon.
backyard birthday parties and feet of mud
vanished with the first female i did swoon.
for if i knew now what i did know then,
i'd be in better shape than most sad men. 

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by daniel brummel, 1996