I liked it, cause I like Barney, and I like pansies and grapes, but Mart must not have liked it.  He stared out the window for a few minutes while I got bored and thought about sneaking back downstairs. 

    Then, suddenly, he bolted up and raced to his bookshelf.  I was scared he’d see me, but he didn’t even look my way, he just frantically seached through his books.

    “A-ha!” he cried out. “Of course!  Shakespeare.  The man of love sonnets.  How can I go wrong?  I’ll just use these for inspiration.”

    After a few minutes, he crumpled up another piece of paper and threw it out the door.  And once again, I grabbed it and read it.
   
    This one was written kind of funny.

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