Sonnet XVIII: Forewarned, by Duce

Duce

Sonnet XVIII: Forewarned

passe (adj): old-fashioned

(2014)

Created my own formula for the classic 14-line Sonnet:
[Iambic Pentameter]
AA BCB DD EFE GGGG

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