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3/28/2013 12:32:14 AM
||The was apure feeling long times ago
There was agirl – Juliet and her Romeo
Families fightfor sense of this
With sword, with quarrel or entreat
There was acastle named – “luve”
So high nobird could fly above
Finding onIago’s hand his gift
Killed hiscouple jealous Othello.
Buteverything has changed this day
OShakespeare, write a new play!
Male isfall in “love” a male, O Lord!
Look merrygay’s how they a lot.
The man isgreat, do not forget,
Don’t blameno one I plead you, plead!
You readthis poem for yourself
Hide itaway as no one need.
4/11/2013 12:06:22 AM
who loves his(her)native English could you help me
||Hello poets native speakers! I write poems in my native Uzbek fluently and has already published my book. But I am just practicing writing poems in English. Please help me commenting my poems. I want to write poems in English as I do it in Uzbek.
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