Unkind people wreak havoc with my soul, I'm topsy-turvy yet I feel cautiously good. To behave modestly, is then my goal, And be humbled; Oh how I could!
Unkind people wreak havoc with my soul,
I'm topsy-turvy yet I feel cautiously good.
To behave modestly, is then my goal,
And be humbled; Oh how I could! sonnet stories
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francis_bede Author of Bad Clergy and other poetics.
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Unkind people wreak havoc with my soul, I'm topsy-turvy yet I feel cautiously good. To behave modestly, is then my goal, And be humbled; Oh how I could!

Surviving by arrogance, the thief of charm, Maladjusted and furtive, this insipid bird. By night I fly for there is little harm, To be done by venturing, never heard.

I am trembling as indifference settles, On friendships created second hand. I'm inconsistent, and love heavy metal, The manic air guitarist fronting the band.

I am as described, but know the bird less, Even remote dad has forgotten this mess.

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