My Small Boat
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Habit is a cable; we weave a thread of it each day, and at last we cannot break it.
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A life lived in the margins and the footnotes of himself - his epitaph: He Digressed
You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.