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Sonnet 60 — William Shakespeare
-[Your writing here. This page is for you as much as anyone. A few paragraphs about time, about why you make things, about what this site and its slow accumulation mean. The grid below is the argument; this prose is the response to it.]
+[Some more text coming here.]
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Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
- And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
- Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
+And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
+Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.