Still a little behind as always, but here's a fun one if you like classic poetry:
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Ah distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
Under the spreading chestnut tree.
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
I have spread my dreams under your feet.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield.
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