All English Sonnets
Anything less than truth is very bad
Anything more, than truth is more than worse.
Those who don’t believe it have been had,
0ne must move on and think what one can do.
As for as eye could see come back to me,
I thought of questions that have no reply,
And actions that can never be performed,
It was something I had heard before,
How something linger on for evermore,
But fun is in the way we say a thing,
There is more to life than talk, I suppose,
I’ll sit and see that small sailing cloud.
There is nothing but a feeling left in me,
That seems to want to tell me how I feel.