a study toward sonnet #1,143 by FisherKingKQJ
It's her blend of biology and background
Makes her so pretty, witching, worth the scout,
Shy modesty, inquest, and mugging pout
Are juggled in her eyes, in face muscles found.
Times her eyes will glaze over, go lights out,
As if corpse eased, then clap again and spout
Concern as if grimed lenses were reground,
Make up for lost time, material world tout.
Blinking sharp, she edits her bright gazes,
And juggles dimples, nose flares, jaunty smirks,
Seconds later thorough verbiage razes
My hosting eyes, with thin reflux quark quirks.
No tome treats her withdrawal into heaven,
Nor her bubbling yeast reverse to leaven.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 heaven
o $10,000,000 nirvana
o $10,000,000 paradise
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