Sophocles was seen with drink Let all that be un be Sophocles liked to think Shed my tear on that wee My poets in me like to ink It really sets me free All we see is no to clink We are but three To my mother I digress She's in heaven with a smile Dearest put on that red dress I will take all while What we do is no small mess This sonnet ends in tile
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