a study toward sonnet #726 by FisherKingKQJ
That I but rarely speak your name at all
Should not equate I spoke it never,
And if I praise you rarely, it's not to pall,
And cheapen value of praises ever.
My love, it's bright memories that lever
You out of one-to-one sized civil props,
Extract from buildings, from streets sever
Your shapeshift for thumbnails and crops.
You've got to see that I love you dollops,
We talk about all motes beneath the sun,
The everyday and the bizarre jaw drops,
To write it up and stash would stiff the fun
You're manifold stored in my scatter brain.
(Chorus)
$10,000 bane
$10,000 nuisance
$10,000 pest
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