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84、sonnet the snow ...
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winds wuther throw
Brownian motion—blown snow
noisy schoolchildren bellow
the big hullabaloo “let's play,bro”
traffic jams as we go
to where nobody knows
wander the passersby in a row
covered with snowflake flow
from head to toe
Shakespeare, thou art the great fellow
as I read thee till I dream upon my pillow
grant me leave to be thy shadow
echoing thy sonnets one and all
I worship every line of thy cantos