Misjudged
the wrong end of the stick was got,
it did not take an awful lot,
the words that were misunderstood,
how could she get it wrong, many would,
completely got this one wrong,
the beginnings of an ugly song,
that would spiral out of control,
now those words are on a roll,
down a path they will be lead,
instead of being put to bed,
but its kept alive much, much longer,
the words are getting stronger and stronger,
gaining meaning, shape and size,
others will try to summarise,
what to interpret from this situation,
relatives, friends on a word creation,
adding their bit to the group,
a never ending sentence loop.
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