Swoop: 2
Swung: my mood has swung to heavy-eyed unhappiness.
Once we've seen the play "she'll stay with an old friend":
not to let the chance of us establishing.
And, so foolishly, I said some words of hope, just once, elsewhere.
Now chatterers, they swoop this privacy and incomprehend so perfectly they could be the pissing-in-the-wind parents of a children's film.
I fear their rumours spread like hay fever on a summer breeze.
I'll call her, hear if--- just hear.
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