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Sorry!

You asked and I said.
I said what I meant.
You heard what you thought,
But that wasn't what I meant.
Sorry may be a casual word
But when it’s the only one
It’s sorry not anything bent.
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This is my response to the Trifecta weekly challenge, which is to write a 33-word response, in addition to and preceding the following: “That wasn't what I meant”
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  1. UnknownFebruary 25, 2014 at 11:26 PM

    Nice yar...

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  2. kalpana solsiFebruary 25, 2014 at 11:27 PM

    The big communication gap between 'meant' and 'thought' is still raging. Nicely expressed , Shreya.

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  3. TrifectaFebruary 27, 2014 at 12:12 AM

    No truer words spoken! Nice write! However for this challenge you had to use the prompt words at the end of your piece and give us the extra 33 preceding words. Thanks for sharing though!

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    1. ShreyaKashyapFebruary 27, 2014 at 4:33 AM

      Oh my bad yet again though glad you enjoyed it Trifecta :)

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    2. troy P.February 27, 2014 at 7:58 AM

      I also thought that it was a nice write (you know, despite...) =)

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    3. ShreyaKashyapFebruary 27, 2014 at 9:27 PM

      Thanks Troy ... Better luck next time ! Never a bad time to hear nice words though ! :)

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  4. Sini RachelFebruary 27, 2014 at 3:39 PM

    And that's how the words get all tangled up...some u think they said...some they did say...

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    1. ShreyaKashyapFebruary 27, 2014 at 9:28 PM

      The irony of communication or more like the misunderstanding ... sometimes unknowingly sometimes deliberate ! Thanks for stopping by Sini ! :)

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  5. AnonymousFebruary 28, 2014 at 5:30 AM

    I love the rhythm to this, the first four lines in particular. Great job!

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    1. ShreyaKashyapMarch 8, 2014 at 8:55 PM

      Yea I do too ... I wish I could make other too rhyme the same way too ! :)

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  6. P.S. JoshiMarch 1, 2014 at 4:35 PM

    Good piece. People often hear what they want to hear instead of what we say.

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    1. ShreyaKashyapMarch 8, 2014 at 9:38 PM

      The fact of life ... Thanks for stopping by Joshi ! :)

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