Dyslexia, Sonnet Ccxxii

I quell amongst the dischord words rely, Upon the sole revivals am I prone cross function is a dismay from behind foundations of a style I'd call my own. It clearly seeths in others, having heard myself who, in a nutshell, doth reply with verse to reimberse you where it dies against the better judgements they imply. I urge you, having reconciled too bold doth duly gives as leaving you appears, thus compensates with insight having brought another kind of music to your ears. Dyslexia, contains with insights sung, the worship of another mother tongue.