3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #1,119 by FisherKingKQJ

You eye her from arrear and nearly swoon,
And picture plumb her angelic small face;
Her red blend hair extensions you displace
With memories of her face which seem boon.
You're neither first nor last as love rid loon
When knotted in by red appending grace;
You picture her bob end and you so trace
Your virtual fingers through her tress cocoon.
Men find a butterfly she thought up first
Or comb comb as she might well cast to type;
She might be some milestone to same at worst
She might reject with primping style sideswipe.
When she laughs her smile onto here and now,
You know her well enough to kiss her brow.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 now
o $10,000,000 current
o $10,000,000 presiding

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