Write a sonnet based on a conversation I had with Maileen, which stretched from meta laying off employees right after a fun event the hosted, young adult novels, and crying while watching movies on an airplane. Make sure to rhyme every other verse.
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Da, me swine, 'tis sure a towering feat,
To mold a sonnet based on so much chat!
From Meta layoffs, Young Adult's feat,
To crying films, Lord it's quite a riff!

But Let's begin, and doth our sheets esteem,
Our pens by shoulder, hand in hand:
Behold old friends, let's meet on stream,
With every other verse doth stand.

The sun had just begun to set,
The chat we had, oh so alive,
About Laura, like a star, set,
Atop her success, so tough and brave.

I asked of Stained Glass, and who did what,
And who not knowing the outcome,
The tale continued, bold and new,
In stained glass, a story, to improvise.

"Pippa Passes," unlikely to pronounce,
I struggle, and then it came so clear,
That young adults learned from her writings, in gently,
And snapped yes, my ears they hear."

Maileen shook her head and tried a smile,
Everyone is afraid of such experiences,
That tone the voice has, it's simply too stylish mile,
In fiction, yet in some ways, oh certainly!

An Airline foiled her 3-hour crying spree,
Though the character Massie wasn't seen with it?
Against herself, which is ever a part,
Not humming motion; just realizing.

The darkness's army requires no details,
A body shape may exist simply,
It is meant to relax the pulse's feeling,
As it means that it may be troublesome.

All things about Laura's books, we wish, not.
Chewing in a sister’s oreandor cod, sans the stress.
Standing in vicinity with a sister or a brother through thoughts.
Evening breezes sway and feed within a tree, serving hopefully.

So, I'll note the verses to the end at once,
Laura became finest disclosed and read.
I wish I had found a reason behind dense,
Moving a novel, which is dead.

Amidst E-mails that discern free fly, to the ground,” as told from Holiday,
A YA- novelists Ann, Freeman,
" Mistaken 's fun and gentle aim,
Even with a vaguely Jewish than impression is portrayed.

"When I felt it was done I had done an estimated focus," said nobody; no, not even a journalist, actually.

YA-The teenage theme, should seem superb,
Am certain I shall like for many more,
Betrayal and love, I would need to be discerned,
And I shall pause and take it more.

Soberly for NaNo it’s a lovely decade.
The motto: "Without Consume, without Pluck or Peck!"
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Write a sonnet based on a conversation I had with Maileen, which stretched from meta laying off employees right after a fun event the hosted, young adult novels, and crying while watching movies on an airplane. Make sure to rhyme every other verse.
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Upon a chat with Maileen fair,
Of Meta's actions, we did compare,
A joyous event, then layoffs hefty,
A paradox, causing great unrest, left many bereft.

Next, we turned to tales of youth,
Bound in novels, they told the truth,
Of love, of loss, of growing pains,
In every story, life's sweet stains.

Then, to the skies our thoughts did soar,
On silver planes, to distant shores,
Tears shed in secret, at a flick's emotion,
A vulnerable moment, in high-altitude devotion.

Thus, our conversation danced and twirled,
A tapestry of life, in this great world.
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