Revised sonnet #1288
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I ever look like landing any man
I field forfeit first finish also ran
I stomach loss a solid losers sign
Her figure cuts a subtly curvier line
Her fingers longer elegantly fan
Her eyes a silver quicker catch and scan
Her hair hangs looser glossier further fine
Ive seen her mince in missing skirt and belt
Ive seen her wink in missing liner stick
Ive seen her crimp in missing stole of felt
Ive heard her hail him honest rural hick
In sibling rivalry a circumstance
That shes the elder sister stealing glance
Chorus circumstance locale situation