a study toward sonnet #1,203 by FisherKingKQJ
At times I feel that I'm feintly ill-equipped
To picture love, Nick being my patron saint,
Should sailor's pal, else orphan's uncle paint,
Else homeless drunk by Coca-Cola ripped.
Your halo glows a grail coin by angles flipped,
Transparent gold, it's purpose pure yet quaint,
Spins currency of heaven healing taint,
My woebegone eyes worship, steadfast trip.
You're genius clever, jocular playing fair,
Said hourglass figure, sweet face not enough,
To hilt you're doctor full of humble care,
When most girls are denied by lot same stuff.
I'll leave your image piled up food and flowers,
Upon poor glad your gratis sets its showers.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 flowers
o $10,000,000 blossoms
o $10,000,000 crowns
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