GUYS, I LOVE ROMANTIC POETRY. I LOVE SONNETS. I LOVE KEATS. OBVIOUSLY, I SHOULD BE ABLE TO SIT DOWN AND WRITE THIS PAPER. AND YET INSTEAD, I AM UNABLE TO EXTRICATE MYSELF FROM MY SPASTIC FANGIRLING. FUCKING FUCK WHY MUST ENGLAND BE SO GREAT WHY MUST MY LOVE GET ALL CONFUSED ABOUT WHICH TIME PERIOD I'M SUPPOSED TO BE FOCUSING ON (LIKE, FOR INSTANCE
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