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Phase Four: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day?
‘Poetry’ Ade said dreamily.
‘Poetry?’ echoed Rupert a lot less dreamily and a lot more incredulously.
‘Yes poetry’ Ade said again defensively.
‘Poetry?’ Eoin joined in.
‘Stop saying poetry!’ Katie exclaimed.
‘The word poetry has lost all meaning!’ Angel cried.
‘Shut up guys! Ade what’s
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