Shakespeare's LXIX Blotted

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Those parts the world's eye doth view
Want the hearts; all tongue's voice give thee
Bare truth so thy with praise is crown'd
Those tongues so confound
See farther than the eye
They look into thy mind
And guess, then, their thoughts
"Fair flower, thy odour is common."

-Michaela Raygor 4/23/2015

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