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	<title>Comments on: The Face of Shakespeare</title>
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		<title>By: Serge Charles Frechette</title>
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		<description>Sonnet for the article on Shakespeare&#039;s portrait ..hope you enjoy ...

First Robin
He&#039;s come a calling upon spring&#039;s sunlight
a proud and red vested this chap about
Saying spring is here for a song that&#039;s right
He&#039;ll sing his fine tune that leaves you no doubt
of dance and bobbing while he flirts and sighs
See his eyes telling a secret of why
Shakespeare&#039;s face reflected in all his vies
First robin in a window now was shy
A portrait of Shakespeare there shew
So he flew round and round with a tune low
Old lady Sullivan with a smile shrew
had known the robin&#039;s secret she did show

Fist robin of spring with secrets and wile
red crested flier of sonnets erstwhile

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<p>First Robin<br />
He&#8217;s come a calling upon spring&#8217;s sunlight<br />
a proud and red vested this chap about<br />
Saying spring is here for a song that&#8217;s right<br />
He&#8217;ll sing his fine tune that leaves you no doubt<br />
of dance and bobbing while he flirts and sighs<br />
See his eyes telling a secret of why<br />
Shakespeare&#8217;s face reflected in all his vies<br />
First robin in a window now was shy<br />
A portrait of Shakespeare there shew<br />
So he flew round and round with a tune low<br />
Old lady Sullivan with a smile shrew<br />
had known the robin&#8217;s secret she did show</p>
<p>Fist robin of spring with secrets and wile<br />
red crested flier of sonnets erstwhile</p>
<p>Copyright © Serge Charles Frechette</p>
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