sonnet #2 for female
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all persons gone and i abandoned cold,
this simple head resides in one sweet gal.
for her, i'd give my best and breath fourfold,
and at her slightest sign, i swear, i shall.
another subject for my heart's measure;
one more sitter for the oil of my ink.
how long within this bout can i endure
before i die without her lips to drink?
but when the flighty fairy learned my mind,
her cotton nose sniffed from one higher cloud.
at that, i know i never should have pined
for her, who of herself was oh so proud.
that which i once loved flattered yet again,
i make my return to the five and ten. 

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by daniel brummel, 1996