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a study toward sonnet #762 by FisherKingKQJ

We agree quietly, your looks are especial,
From a bitch they wouldn't raise a hackle,
From my angle they look custom special,
I search new codes of conduct to tackle.
You will stand off gossip, biding cackle,
Excessive combing is your open preen,
Your fine chestnut hair rolls out a crackle,
As you bring it to this too perfect sheen.
In arms of your big brother often seen,
I still adore you, and push off dark thought,
As your eyes are eclectic blue flecked green,
Dry crackles rouse on your trousers taut.

Hair on my nape stands up in neck static
You're too pretty, and shame me ecstatic.

(Chorus)
$10,000 static
$10,000 babel
$10,000 interference