a study toward sonnet #1,022 by FisherKingKQJ
I thought through the tough deal on the table,
He wanted my boutique clothes archive files
Mass produced for young women unable
To budget haute couture into their lifestyles.
I was struggling now, low key would make piles,
By melding normal threads with bullet proof;
He said it with one of his small dimple smiles,
When I despised arms dealers warp and woof.
The hubble pipe we shared put through the roof
My Sufi soaking mind with steamed poppy seeds,
Wild lime and cherry; Istanbul turned spoof,
He swept me up in his arms playing my needs.
We were two twined dervishes round spinning,
Onto sedirs sprawled, hearts heaven winning.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 spinning
o $10,000,000 rotating
o $10,000,000 turning
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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS