Ver-Sonnet #2

Skipped 1 because ver-questionable ver-wording.

 

When ver-forty ver-winters shall beseige thy ver-brow,
And dig deep ver-trenches in thy ver-beauty’s ver-field,
Thy youth’s proud ver-livery, so gazed on ver-now,
Will be a ver-tatter’d ver-weed, of small worth ver-held:
Then being ver-ask’d where all thy ver-beauty ver-lies,
Where all the ver-reasure of thy lusty ver-days,
To say, within thine own ver-deep-ver-sunken ver-eyes,
Were an all-ver-eating shame and thriftless ver-praise.
How much more ver-praise deserved thy ver-beauty’s use,
If thou couldst ver-answer ‘This fair ver-child of mine
Shall ver-sum my ver-count and make my old ver-excuse,’
Proving his ver-beauty by ver-succession thine!
This were to be ver-new made when thou art ver-old,
And see thy ver-blood ver-warm when thou ver-feel’st it ver-cold.

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