a study toward sonnet #935 by FisherKingKQJ
This mystifying disease by which I'm pained
Leaves me indolent, tired in joints which hurt,
Perhaps legionnaire's, not yet ascertained,
Your creased good looks soothingly now divert.
Nothing or noone else here, your goods cry pert,
Anew, your charming stick out boobs and bum,
Style of your jewellery, cut of your skirt
Excite me now, such assets dubbed humdrum.
Light you shed is a kirlian spectral plumb,
I'm one of three grafts on your Tree of Light,
And neutrinos broadcast my quantum hum,
Clubbed citrus fruits of poker machines cite.
You soothe me, and I no longer hate you,
Or love you, I admire you pain foiled in lieu.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 lieu
o $10,000,000 place
o $10,000,000 stead
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