Sonnet #57 by FisherKingKQJ
My love my red hair strokes seaspray laden,
We gaze down a promontary narrow:
A basalt maiden, a whetstone maiden,
Two mountain peaks await their one beau.
Waihunga feared this evil glam tupua
Might kidnap her two daughters into hell,
Indentured down the Asian sex trade sewer,
On great cash oko she spoke her white spell.
She waved the flashy sleaze fists full of cash-
Asked him to shoo her daughters well away;
Enchanted by the easy large bhat stash
The nightclub bouncer promised he'd obey.
My love says our world overdoes things cruel
Yet insidious which don't beckon a duel.
{3D interactiove chorus:}
o $10,000,000 cruel
o $10,000,000 grave
o $10,000,000 harsh
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
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