Quandary is quite quaint
Quarantined thoughts leave no quarter for qualm
Queasy quests produce no quibbles
The queer and querulous quelled to quietus
Query disquiet at your own sufferance
Quivers of diffidence in the act itself
Quixotic difference is in the sequence of consequence
One leads to another the other is prudence
Quit quaking in your quasi –quiescence
Quizzed on their quirky nature
Quickly quit their quacking
Quaking in their fear of improbity
Quintessentially this addendum is obsolete
A redundant pendant on an overly long quatrain
Quickly ripped from quicksand’s quagmire
Quite quaint is quandary quit querying
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