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clicking - I am about 3,000 short of people who are winning the auctions - bidding ends Saturday.
On to the poem:
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven
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