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Writing a Sonnet



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Thu May 17, 2018 2:21 pm
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JustALittleBarry says...



Yikes okay so this forum is probably dead!

If anyone is really great at writing poetry, or knows their stuff about Shakespeare, I would love some help! I have a Sonnet due in my freshmen language arts class on Tuesday at 8am (Chicago time). Help would be greatly appreciated! Especially since this is my final grade. I need to include inversions and Shakespearean language. I must turn the song "Ultimately" by Khai Dreams into a sonnet.

I'm willing to trade or pay if you'd like! Just name your price. Thank you! Have a great day!
  





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Mon Jun 18, 2018 12:11 pm
Lives4Christ24 says...



@JustALittleBarry
I'm not super into Shakespeare and have never read any of his sonnets, I'll try and find someone for you.
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Mon Jun 18, 2018 12:17 pm
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Oh, it was already due. Sorry, I thought it said June 17 not May 17.
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Mon Jun 18, 2018 1:21 pm
JustALittleBarry says...



No worries! I ended up with a grade I was happy with so it turned out okay! Thank you very much for the kind thoughts though. And that’s not your fault, I should’ve updated the post. Thank you so much thoough! Have a lovely day.
  





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Tue Jun 19, 2018 2:23 pm
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I will
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