Sonnet For A Sunflower

Sonnet For A Sunflower

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With his mind clouded with Shakespeare, Professor John Hamilton, an English professor at Sir James of Amberley's School for Boys in 1911, never thought himself the ideal man for a woman, nor did he really consider looking for a woman. John Hamilton had other things on his mind, until he found himself captured by the beauty of an elusive chambermaid who went by the name of Miss Turner. He thought himself happy, until she one day had to leave to see her ailing mother in Scotland, and expected to hear from her again, but never did. Fearing the worst, he carried on with his life touched with pain and expected himself never to be happy again. When war came, he thought he deserved to face its hardships and a part of him desired to be torn to shreds by a shell. Could he be happy again? With his head in the clouds, could he even survive the war? What even happened to the elusive Miss Turner?
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