a study toward sonnet #1,189 by FisherKingKQJ
Never will she leave, I nudge that feeling,
Though sometimes I do question why she stays,
Droop greatly over valued in her gaze,
I nearly hear the bronze church bells pealing.
Sharply painless, she's clean forthright dealing,
Meets people more than mid-way, in her blaze
Of iceberg trails, one gentler path assays,
Makes things thaw for me to be freewheeling.
I loathe her stonewash blue fade bootcut jeans,
Pretty knees stick out frayed, phoney gashes,
Assiduously round me, she primps and preens,
I stare crudely at her curled, thick lashes.
Icebreaker, I push her, see how she copes,
She glides in gimbals, in her gyroscopes.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 copes
o $10,000,000 buffers
o $10,000,000 handles
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