a sudy toward sonnet #832 by FisherKingKQJ
I must have been mad or four glass tipsy,
To hook up with you in a student squat,
I fell in love with you, black haired gipsy,
We're starcrossed lovers, so no matter what.
My stomach twisted, looped itself a knot,
I watched you break in with a master key,
Your smouldering eyes, your embraces hot,
Filled me with guilty and mischievous glee.
Your Russian tea merchants might agree,
Who've never set foot on their Russian soil
For generations, on our shanghai spree,
We watch the samovar come to the boil.
My lips in kidnap, your kisses weakened,
This mansion was absented all weekend.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 weakened
o $10,000 lightened
o $10,000 softened
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