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December 2016 entry for Kittiara's Contest |
When asked about my Christmas gift What was it that caused me such pain It left my heart with a big rift It left me with a lot of rain. What kind of gift would do such things What kind of gift would nearly kill What kind of gift misery brings What destroys its receiver's will? The kind that kills relationships Never to see them come again The kind that brings only bad chips It sees no smile on faces of men. It is called heartbreak known so well It plunges all men straight to hell. Sonnet 14 lines iambic tetrameter |