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Seldom Spoke In Sonnets
A mother changing napkins shows she cares; Her husband, mowing lawns, a sense of pride; A few unsteady steps their baby dares, While sibling listens to a tale, wide-eyed. An old man dies alone and no one knows; A woman struggles hard to raise her kid; ‘Tween rich and poor division daily grows; But don’t write these in poems – God forbid! A young man, paraplegic, from a smash; A girl attacked whilst walking in the park; Are subjects sonnet-writers find too brash; Their sensibilities spurn things so dark. With love, and high-flown topics sonnets deal, But not with daily life, those things more real. 11th January 2008 Written from the title prompt for
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