a study toward sonnet #901 by FisherKingKQJ
Time has drawn off some of the fire of youth,
And siphoned out the colour of your hair;
You're mild, resigned, now, previously uncouth,
Luck's twist barred you the terrorists' wired lair.
They say that he has no strength now to scare,
Stands silent partner for process of peace,
And over reading glasses glowers beware
Of gradual death by seconds which don't cease.
You've done the dubious to feed, not to fleece,
We've cried tears for desperate young devils,
Who think what they do they do as they please,
Who cloak their fears with forcefed revels.
Old friend, I love your byzantine puzzle,
Cyrrhosis won't wind you down and muzzle.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 puzzle
o $10,000,000 cypher
o $10,000,000 maze
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