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a study toward sonnet #201 by FisherKingKQJ

He insisted I give up the pretence,
But what he meant, actually, was my slant,
And he would pass or suspend sentence
On my apparent simple minded cant.
I bit my lower lip hard to stop a rant-
The salty, wet taste might've been blood salt,
I felt my lungs adopt a spasmodic pant
As he my motives continued to fault.
All my big dreams had been given a jolt-
All my massive plans of flying on cruise-
Destroyed by his hot, dismissive revolt-
That all women easily, often, bruise.
He couldn't stomach historic fellow
When our own history was splendid mellow.

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He couldn't stomach historic fellow. SPADES
He couldn't stomach historic guy. CLUBS
He couldn't stomach historic man. DIAMONDS