That boy is about as sharp as a bowlin’ ball.
That boy is about as sharp as a bowlin’ ball.
If love can build a bridge, can affection put up a shelf?
You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.
The Aeronaut to his Lady I Through Blue Sky Fly To You. Why ? Sweet Love, Feet Move So Slow…