sonnet She was my dream

She was my dream doll I wouldnt see it
At first she lingered much too much around
I had my baggage bulging heaven bound
Our clique cried clear cut cool and neatly knit
Time marched on and on and on her I hit
She sought a friend in me I struck as sound
I gave game girls squired yesteryear a whit
In fondest memory in fun I found
Parties ended end of summer season
She kept alive a link with funny folk
With casual lovers laughed on each in joke
Id just trump up talk intrigue and treason
This honey started harmless hanger on
She should escape Id brood woebegone
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