a study toward sonnet #967 by FisherKingKQJ
Trampled King Mithridates' last fortress
Cabeira, held underfoot one dungeon;
Dissidents, loons and black sheep peopled cess,
My men stuck by stench refused to lunge in.
So leading, I determined through gunge win
Formal looks at those legendary labs,
Where dopey specimens could plunge skin,
Where he would test on himself arsenic jabs.
I set free Nyssa without strokes or grabs,
From chained wives, concubines, sisters-in-rifts,
Her spinster face blushed with tearful dabs,
I loaded her race mules with gold and gifts.
At sixty two, she was restored to wealth,
To her old mother in one frame of health.
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o $10,000,000 wealth
o $10,000,000 estate
o $10,000,000 opulence
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