Revised sonnet #217
I learnt your sisters lately left estranged
Youve slipped away I sense Im her in ways
In retrospect I see myself prearranged
The tilted looking glass if swung then sways
My clothes akin to hers invite your praise
My voice to hers I lower in laugh and lilt
I echo phrases from your olden days
I sell you bride out bred and solid built
Ive sold myself short sighted full of guilt
Ive nearly won it neednt be in vain
On point my scabbard craves your sword to hilt
The start and stop of peers in daisy chain
Insecticide our lotion versus harms
A daisy bunch Id make our coat of arms
Chorus harms damages injuries
