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"Hey babe, you ought to write that sonnet and..." by Abraham Piper "Hey babe, you ought to write that sonnet and win us a bed," she said, "Oh, and it's got to be about your love for me." "Demand- ing, don't you think?" I asked. She said, "It's not." "My love," I pled, "good sonnets have a twist around line twelve and that takes wit." "Oh, give it up!" she said. "A twist? Who cares! I've missed your lame old doggerel for years. Now live up to the gushiness I know is in your heart. No need to put a twist in it. Just write a sappy poem for me." "You win," I said, "I'll write a poem and gush a bit, but it'll have to be a different one, since this one's almost finished. There. It's done. About the Author  Abraham Piper lives in Minneapolis with his wife and son, both of whom he fondly gushes over. He blogs at 22 Words.
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