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Ode to the PS3

How can I compare thee to a 360?
Thou art more lovely and more reliable.
Rough ports were made in such a bad way,
And your quick release was at to soon a date.
More times than not the xbox gets too hot,
Leaving it prone to it's red ringed fate.
And often is Halo's complexion dimmed;
As with fewer pixels my HD I hate.
Yet while the fanboys succumb to all it's whims,
My love for you I'll chant in hyms.
Your eternal splendor shall not fade.
Or lose the track record you've made.
And with this sonnet I'll lead and guide,
All non believers to the darkside.
So long as gamers breath and eyes can see,
All homes will have a PS3.

-The Real Deal below:

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare

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