Sonnet - 179 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

Such Attitude caused Spring to fake its Sour
Yet all the whilst worked on your Springboard fare
From once then twice split Fortunes into Four
Even thus by Real your Wheels still creak there
Fortunate, then, the Injury despite
Managed to Achieve that Respectful Place
Such that Mixed Cheers prove heavily respite
Knowing you, bent your Cold Shoulder at-face
Such Outlook - Admired - even so adapt
As we Tepid Writers scanning to Emote
Any Spots we choose; Even so at Fact
Calls to Sweeter Truth with Bitter Herbs promote.
Of course it's not over; You Athlete in-born
Loss is not your Joss; Nor Night your Last Morn.

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