a study toward sonnet #773 by FisherKingKQJ
Swear that you've never told lies in your life-
I pinch salt on your part and knock on wood-
Why should I worry blue this comely wife-
Dare I gawk now beneath the marital hood?
Our set piece praises have for years withstood
Time's strangely varied cellular clock rates,
Part of my hairline shrunk back for good,
Your arms recouped in gym workout straits.
In fibs or white lies, true that we're good mates,
Shrugged silences are neither here nor there;
Hindsight highlights, your anomaly fetes,
Your single, historic plucked out grey hair.
If each live organ runs by its own clock,
Your aged hands and young face are my lock.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 clock
o $10,000 timepiece
o $10,000 watch
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