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Cecelia (Sonnet) by Nicholas Monson
Shall I compare you to a stormy night?
You are more deadly and have more drama.
Rough winds do shake an aeroplane in flight.
Your effect on me is hardly calmer,
Mighty oaks withstand,within all reason,
The punishment of hail and spearing rains,
Climactic missiles of every season,
But oaks succumb,like I, to hurricanes.
A sorceress of sex, you make men quake.
The hearts that you desire are your cuisine.
What diabolic forces fused to make
An Audrey Hepburn with a Viking gene?
Tara shook me. So too Amelia.
But you're my hurricane, Cecelia.
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.0
Weighted score: 5.993307
Overall Rank: 1314
Posted: December 16, 2002 4:49 PM PST; Last modified: December 16, 2002 4:49 PM PST
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thanks.