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Sonnet Francais by Jay Liveson
published in Volume 4, Issue 2 on November 10th, 1997

No newborn saplings when in life we met,
We had to face the buffets of the years.
And whereas trying times have tempered us,
Encrusting each in callousness instead,
We aren't innocents agog with trust.
We've learned to doubt eternal loyalty,
And neither minimize nor magnify
The limits of a pure and pristine lust.
And so when in your learned arms I lie,
And when your wandering kisses turn to groans,
And when your cries crescendo into sighs,
And these into a plethora of moans--
It isn't necessary to explain
Why, in your passion, you misspoke my name.

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