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  but poor Peter, for then he was lost out at sea there was never a man so alive as was he forever, it seemed, he was just as a child adventurous, lost, and a little bit wild.  
  The following poem is an Elizabethan sonnet.   Since I was young I looked up to the stars. The second to the right my eyes did meet. And though the twinkling speck seemed very far
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