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This sonnet is a holistic composite of the sort of person I sometimes meet in Auckland City.

sonnet #220 by FisherKingKQJ

As you've been in a custody battle
My eyes have caressed your back and profile-
For lesser things I've felt the rattle;
Observer by proxy, it makes me smile.
The tracer bullets of the country mile
I should be giving you by beacon rumour,
In a peculiar way it would stymie my style
I've known two suicides, I've beaten a tumour,
So I'm the boy you'll cosset and humour,
I'm the shoulder of a friend of a mate,
No acquaintance could love you more:
I won't filibuster or obfuscate.
All your troubles I wish would vanish,
All your hurt downsize, then vanquish.

All your troubles I wish would vanish.
All your troubles I wish would disappear.
All your troubles I wish would absent.