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This is a poem given to me by a quizzer to put up on this site. I didn't write it, but somebody wrote it, so now it's a
poem.
Sonnet
by an Anonymous Quizzer
Long Haired Hippie Freak
I say not "love" when love I do not mean: Love flowing from the deep chasms of the heart; Wherefore, quite loathe
to say the word I've been, But now I say it, for my Love thou art. Thy beauty and thy depth have me allured; The
thought of thee hast nigh consum'd my brain. Knowest thou, Love, what work I've well endured The worthiness of thee
only to gain? Alas! but I am not the only one; I know that others would compete with me; Yet still, no matter to
me what they've done, I pray, grant me twelve minutes to win thee. O hear my words, thou lovely Bible Quiz,
For I love quizzing -- that's just how it is.
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