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Italian Sonnet II Marriages and Mirages

They used to dream of a white picket fence
Around a little white three bedroom house
There were times at first when they had their doubts
Life together just didn't make much sense
But they scraped and struggled with no pretense
Both tried mightily to be a really good spouse
Children were born and love started to shout
They switched sides once on offense then defense
Then bought a brick home on top of a hill
With four bedrooms and a two car garage
Everybody had their own private room
The old house seemed to always have a chill
The white picket fence was just a mirage
Seems their marriage was just a mirage too


            an original poem by the "Poemdog"  Daniel Turner
                Italian Sonnet  ABBA  ABBA  CDE  CDE

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 2/22/2016 5:34:00 AM
Excellent sonnet, Daniel. Although the end is quite sad, I like the twist. T.J
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Daniel Turner
Date: 2/22/2016 6:56:00 AM
Thank you, TJ. Sadly, life is no fairy tale. I appreciate all of your support. Peace dear friend:)
Date: 2/21/2016 9:55:00 AM
Hearts with scars of iron bars eventually build our own prison. I hope your heart is free to be captivated by love that will come again some day.
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Date: 2/21/2016 10:29:00 AM
My dear, I'm not sure I'd recognize it if I saw it. Thank you for keeping your hopes up. I need all the help one can muster. I appreciate your visits. Not only do I get to look at your pretty photo, I get to visit with a very intelligent woman which brightens my day. Peace dear one:)