Just read one. Peculiar one.
She looks like a goat, walks like a goat, bleats like a goat and smells like a goat, and still I love her.
Now, which sonnet is it?
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Random ramblings mostly centered around the writing I do in the world of Ljiid and writing in general. The occasional rant and vent will also take center stage from time to time.
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