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Stir
A character study done here.
You always liked to stir things up.
Like a washer agitator
You thought your tactics a good touch.
Stirring, stirring until worn out
A good name you just loved to smear.
The fabric ripped, buttons cracked, gone.
Desiring to ruin a nonsuch.
You'd set the trap, you fishhook baiter.
Carrying on life, minutes later
You'll never change, your ways all set.
But sometimes now at life you clutch.
I had hoped you'd change soon, my dear
Doing your service still your waiter
This is actually a Bref Double poetry form but somewhat the same as Quatorzain.
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Sara Kendrick
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