Sonnet

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Sonnet

Could I ever find an egress 
From this unlovely town?
I am so sick of this unfriendly place;
It does not feel like home.
I ran down towards the pond;
Nothing-- the fishes were long dead,
So I climbed my way up to the highland
But lo! The plants have withered.
I sat on a cliff, bearing hue and cry,
The snakes gibed at me with a hissing sound;
But if I feasted on them, I'd die
I stood up instead, stomping them toward homeward bound
Packing my clothes, I'm ready to leave,
Time to move out of this dark cave.

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Fay Claridad

Fay is a Jill of all trades. She is a licensed professional teacher, content editor, HR Manager, and self-published author. She has published two books on Amazon and is currently working on her goal of printing her books locally. At present, she is an editor at LexisNexis®+UK and handles four practice areas (Family, In-house Advisor, Pensions, and Practice Management). Fay is also an HR Manager at Little Rain Center, where she reports three times a week. On weekends, she continues to teach English online to her private students and also takes on content writing jobs from Upwork sometimes. Some of Fay's favorite things to do are having coffee with her family and friends, reading books, creating beauty content (she is a UGC creator), making resin crafts, and playing her guitar. She has written a few songs back then but is not planning to pursue a music career anytime soon.

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