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SONNET IN RHYME
There are many in the race
Coming up with their maze
Where winnings go with haste
But there's no witty man that could paste
By the fair judge,except those that hate
With their charade remarks that could not rate
What if that man calls the rain
Can he bear its dictatorial rein?
There should be a man who can bear pain
though,it might not be everyone's gain
But the world in its dream
Might throw a big beam
The one that will brighten the sky
Like moonlight dispersing in blooming style
