I was going to tell you of the sorrow,
Of my heartache
But I find none to say
Since the sorrow melts away
as I see you coming my way.
A Critical Difference (Limerick)
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Though it’s rare that I cavil or carp,And on errors, I try not to harp,I am
ditched by my filterWhen pitch is off-kilter;My critique will be harsh —
flat-o...
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