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Writing a sonnet, to speak my own mind. To toss and turn, in sleepless nights of pain. Dreaming nay dreading what has come to bind. The past, the present, of which has been my bane. To long has it been since those time of glee, The dancing, cheering, ranting and raving. Said that time...

Writing a sonnet, to speak my own mind. To toss and turn, in sleepless nights of pain. Dreaming nay dreading what has come to bind. The past, the present, of which has been my bane. To long has it been since those time of glee, The dancing, cheering, ranting and raving. Said that time...