Who bends the meaning of my well-meant words
And barbs instead with claims of poor intent?
Sharp barbs, disguised as peaceful coos of birds,
that perch upon the ears of foolish gents.
What is this taint, that dares to speak as me
To force a sense that was not meant to be?
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A refined poetic imagination, Dear. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.