No necessary topics here;
It could recount a weirdass dream,
The architecture of a pier,
The sense of being straight, or queer,
The hope of future joy, the pain
Of stubbing toes, the sense of cheer
That's generated by the rain
(Depression too), the constant strain
Of unrequited love, the fields
That stretch to Kansas, thick with grain,
The sound of battle, swords on shields,
Whatever else we can conceive
Can be a sonnet, I believe.
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