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Grandpa Pencil's William Shakespeare Venus and Adonis 24 |
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'Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow;
Mine eyes are grey and bright, and quick in turning;
My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow;
My flesh is soft and plump, my marrow burning;
My smooth moist hand,were it with thy hand felt,
Would in thy palm dissolve, or seem to melt.
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