a study toward sonnet #1,161 by FisherKingKQJ
Daphne-Laurel, lost with odd eveteasing,
Such beauty has the luck to be my niece;
Your mum and I born plump twins of a piece,
My impulsive errors with age are easing.
My long, golden locks are women pleasing,
Which I do after closure without cease;
I'm young through glass tributary grease,
Groping steam blinded gilds mutual seizing.
I burn my yellow flowered bayleaves in heaps,
Puff my chaste love poem to elusive you,
On pizza feta patched in onion weeps,
Sliced tomatoes sundried melt easy chew.
Steam brings on tears, as I try celebrate,
You cloistered in wood, art work celibate.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 celebrate
o $10,000,000 affirm
o $10,000,000 toast
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