a study toward sonnet #656 by FisherKingKQJ
So bad to say boy-girl peers never merge;
I think of us as child bride and child groom,
Prepubescent and mute in sexual urge...
Hindsight says I missed out on bliss not doom.
I don't care who is first into the tomb,
Whose memory allows the One to live on,
It hairsplits caesarean and induced womb,
Love may be dull elsewhere, and far, far gone.
Some verses in your light have brightly shone,
Are well weighted, can't make us immortal,
Complexions grey and demeanours wan,
Nod the human genome's humbling portal.
Our wet mouths, now as then, are full of germs,
Untested still, unlike those tickle squirms.
(Chorus)
Our wet mouths, now as then, are full of germs. SPADES
Our wet mouths, now as then, are full of bacteria. CLUBS
Our wet mouths, now as then, are full of microbes. DIAMONDS
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{Time to compose: 65 minutes.}