Ode to GlassesA Poem by amber mabryJust a class project I thought I would share.Thou art my guide. Mine knee was once hit upon a table, but not anymore with thy advice. Ere thy guidance, mine eyes hadst at each moment lied, Twas their vice. Thou hath brought me complete relief. No more doest mine knee hitteth that table, Nor doth mine eyes giveth me any grief. Mine life can finally be stable. With everything thou doth for me, I must not showeth enough admiration. Thou nev’r stayeth in one spot, only flee Without any negotiation. For everything thou doth, Not only for me but as well as mine knee, I am unable to remain wroth, For thou maketh me free. Now I sit, Looking to mine right then mine left. I beginneth to throweth mine fit. Wast there a theft?© 2017 amber mabryReviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 22, 2017 Last Updated on March 22, 2017 Tags: glasses, Shakespeare, poem, funny, ode Authoramber mabryMart, TXAboutHi, I am amber! i love writing, and although i am not the best, I am still learning! please give me any tips, i gladly welcome them! more..Writing
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