Sonnets

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
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