a study toward sonnet #882 by FisherKingKQJ
It's strange that though you're not now here,
I think of you more than when you're present;
Lying out of sorts and sleepless both sides where
I yearn for signs of shrewd presentiment.
Are you now tailing me by spycam prescient,
Paid nark or favour for a favour mates?
Are your credits for fights built up and pent,
My belches and nosepicks the saddest states?
Then, I think sometimes we miss old time fetes,
Much better that we downsize some the bed,
King size to queen scale, so risk knock of pates,
By your bedlamp your book to me loud read.
I love your looks down to lightest atoms,
You'll always be my shrewd trove of catoms.
(Chorus)
o $1,000,000 atoms
o $1,000,000 jots
o $1,000,000 particles
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