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Revised sonnet #1467

She wished aloud a death on who wrought wrong
That minx then met a miserable end
She couldnt more than ten tears thither lend
In guilt she struck she quaked as if a gong
I hugged her hard in love I lolled lithe long
She flinched at fate she meant to block and mend
In hindsight twenty twenty true rerend
Such pettiness a curse served central prong
A damaged child shed been yet bar a bruise
A friend of family once fondled her
I wondered why on evil whim just err
It coloured paranoid in part her views
I pondered fantasy of bad and good
I claimed them both as bias thought what I could
Chorus good positive right