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Spenserian sonnet

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Marriage – scrabble pieces brought together:

It’s formed by three simple words, “Ode to Joy.”

Love in vain by two birds of a feather?

Or do lenses of love invent beauty?

 

Credit taken where credit was duty –

They’re all like that, honestly, you notice.

Whispers: “Not gone. . .” A light too hard to see –

But (those you’ve known) now the calling is bliss.

 

A friendship – a swift breath inhaled like this –

Hold it in – nothing else matters – then out.

Hands touching hands – not something you dismiss.

If, uh, we had taken a diff’rent route. . .

 

Pizzicato, and then a single tone –

Let us run this race; trust the aim is known.

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