a study toward sonnet #707 by FisherKingKQJ
You moan that we don't share the quantity,
That I'm away on business for days on end,
But I thrive on condensed high quality
Of your ways to which your contours still tend.
I'd really rather see you as best friend,
I'll first admit to being too chronic tired,
So do save me fron twisting round the bend,
So do admit you're chronic tired and mired.
Your needs are needling, passed off as spired,
You don't mind diddling others of their due,
You speculate on property greed fired,
Your rube clients look to me a lot like you.
You're archetype girl in some smoochy song,
Except it's to yourself too, you blurt, so long.
(Chorus)
You're archetype girl in some smoochy song. SPADES
You're archetype girl in some smoochy ditty. CLUBS
You're archetype girl in some smoochy tune. DIAMONDS
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[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
{Time to compose: 58 minutes.}