Regret And Remedy
Tis not the heated breath of love,Nor impassioned vows sworn true,
But regret of words, instead,
Delivered foolishly to you.
Misdirected oaths announced,
Made full in jest but read as true,
Do cloud intentions thus pronounced,
As trollsome, vicious, foul or blue.
Prithee, take this missive, trite,
In full as true apology,
For slips of tongue, so that I might,
Post my regrets as remedy.
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