a study toward sonnet #953 by FisherKingKQJ
Sometimes when I have a jarring moment
To think about the past and its few blanks,
My heart reflects on life's queasy foment,
Flash halls of mirrors, memory glossed banks.
An ancient sorrow new sorrow then yanks,
Tears I then have to stifle, or dab and wipe,
My heart unable to draw up firm ranks
Of those dead who were foes, who babbled tripe.
Though there's no person I killed for a gripe,
There's some few I cussed who died too early
And others whom I was too late to snipe,
Hindsight petrifying fluid hurlyburly.
But you and I, we've fought for tooth and nail,
Bridged civil war that stem cells new avail.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 nail
o $10,000,000 pin
o $10,000,000 spike
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