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Click hereWending her way
Five miles of fencing separates each gate,
So she must wend her way to find a stile,
Where she may greet him with her usual smile,
Or lean and hope that she does not await
Civilities and culture by a fence,
When he's diverted in another wood,
And though she came there, as fast as she could,
It would be sad, if she'd no recompense,
For trailing through a dull, green sea of grass,
Her skirts so dampened by the morning dew,
When she had hoped that moisture would ensue
From intercourse, but it would seem, alas,
That she must converse with the morning breeze,
Since he's not here - the man is such a tease!
but GOOD sonnets are next to impossible. This is quite, quite good, and doesn't have the stilted construction that hurts the form. Very well done.
Love the images and the clever, cute ending. You really seem to understand the form to me: the way you flow sentences across lines makes this sonnet readable and lyrical. I really enjoyed reading it.
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