Method One.
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Blake A. Gleason: A Shakespearean Sonnet
Shall I compare thee to a lumberjack?
Thou art as burly and more sensitive.
You carry cheese on FOP in your backpack
And give young first-years half a will to live.
The 'jack does not use moss as well as you.
His plaid, felt shirt can warm him when he's low.
In snowboard club you wear a different hue,
And slide down slopes in fleece as white as snow.
You're not a lumberjack and that's okay.
You hope that you will be an engineer.
Because you work all night and sleep all day,
You'll rake in millions yearly, do not fear.
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