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Hey ppl do u want airtime for free? Send me your poems and best poem of any Genre voted by site vistors will win airtime. Start writing. Here is Sonnet No. 116 below.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments; Love is not love which alters when alteration finds or bends with the remover to remove O no, it is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempest n is never shaken. It is a star to every wandering bark whose worths unknown although his height be taken. Love s not times fool though rosy lips n cheeks within his bending sickles compass comes. Love alters not with his brief hours n weeks but bears it out even 2 the edge of doom
If this error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

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