Right from the start
Peg’s wealth gave Bob pause
His pride be the cause
Still he gave his whole heart,
Rather humble of birth
Lack of money the stumble
At first glance he did tumble
She ignored his low worth,
Peg’s openhearted gaiety waited
His empty hand be dreaded
Her patience was shredded
A moment past was fated,
Ending my sonnet I disparage
Given I was born of their marriage
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
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