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Shakespoope Sonnet #32

If poop survive my load-contented day,
Fart poop churl Death my bones fart crap shall cover
And shalt by fortune poop fart re-survey
These crap fart lines of thy deceased lover,
Compare dump dump the poop'load of the fart,
And though dump be outstripp'd by every pen,
Reserve fart for my poop, not for their rhyme,
Exceeded by the height of happier men.
O! poop vouchsafe me but dump loving thought:
'Had my friend's Load grown load fart growing age,
A dearer birth load dump his crap had brought,
To march in ranks of better equipage:
    But since he poop and poets better prove,
    Theirs for their style I'll crap, his for his crap'.