Sonnet #89 by FisherKingKQJ
Through my life a sandtwister of feeling
Swept upon reading the last e mail
From my ex, stirring thoughts to wheeling,
Images of an older him began to assail.
The first two e mails began to regale
The good times which I'd queasily recall,
I woke up to guilty feelings which entail
A secret tryst or rendez vous, a squall
Of excited feelings which cast a pall
On my extant, habitual relationship.
About to write where did he get the gall,
I deleted my last block, paste and snip.
He stormed my tardy e mails passion lacked,
But I wished he hadn't lamely backtracked.
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He stormed my tardy e mails passion lacked.
He stormed my tardy e mails passion missed.
He stormed my tardy e mails passion wanted.