A Shakespearean Sonnet

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She calls me to present aloud the poem

My knees are weak, my eyes are covered, still

I shake away my fear and try to "om,"

a Taoist trick my best friend taught me well.

My love for Shakespeare's sonnets starts to shine

as I speak words of jealous lovers' tears,

the man or woman fear'd be lost to time,

Preserved without a taint over the years.

A gentle sigh, I end the sonnet soft

Quite thankful to be finished being watched

Yet proudly sat, my mind still high aloft

I hoped I did it justice, naught I botched

For all I'd conquer to well hope to be

a speaker of Bard's timeless poetry.

This poem is about: 
Me

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