SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET CONTEST: Closed

Hi,

Here's the bitem link to my book of Shakespearean poetry:

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Here's the entry link to the sonnet I'm entering for this round: "Invalid Entry" 

And to avoid confusion, here is a copy of my sonnet:

In choler thou sev'rest the heads of maids
From collars' pretty flesh with thy tool drawn,
Thy naked weapon at my back delayed,
Marry, I've feared thee, but no more thee wrong.
The heads of maids? Poor sport, this, in open glades,
Better a tyrant's life hides his work's sport;
Maidens' heads sorely taken in deals' trades
Bear sour fruit, best his wife hides his report.
Thou findst false women's fashion shifting shades
And seek love, or sport, in mens' business;
Quarrel, I will back thee, with mine own blades,
Thy diversions must take in sense that press:
         Digress, as I stand, 'tis me they shall feel,
         Marry, no woman shall follow thy seal.

Thanks for the fun prompt!

Peace and power to you, always,
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