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sonnet #1,656

Too late to burble sorry, beg reprieve,
I should've said it straight off yesterday,
Perhaps it will just blow past come what may,
Perhaps she'll grant me grace soon, by your leave.
Yes, call it passing fumble, else a peeve
In progress, peg it dreamy dropped relay,
Against my future fine acts a-okay,
I'll wait in silence and let my heart grieve.
Tell, when do misdemeanours sum as sin?
And when do sins in their turn snowball crime?
Too late to estimate who'll lose, who'll win
Against a quirk of character this time.
I've learnt and lumbered so much on minor aches,
It may or may not go to big heatbreaks.

(Chorus)

o aches
o pains
o vexations