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𝓢𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓢𝓪𝓯𝓮 xD
Some of them want to use you,
Some of them want to be used by you,
...Everybody's looking for something.
-- Eurythmics
And this is good old Boston,
The home of the bean and the cod,
Where the Lowells talk only to Cabots,
And the Cabots talk only to God.
To write a sonnet you must ruthlessly
strip down your words to naked, willing flesh.
Then bind them to a metaphor or three,
and take by force a satisfying mesh.
Arrange them to your will, each
🎈 -- 🌋 -- 🐊 -- 🎫 -- 🐝 -- 👔 -- 💚 -- 👑 -- 👹 -- 🎽 -- 💛 -- 🚙 -- 🚗 -- 🐛 -- 📘