a study toward sonnet #1,209 by FisherKingKQJ
Past bathroom rites, I snatch the rarest trace
Of your fleet beauty, looking glass flowing act,
You soon touch up or straighten hems exact-
In eyes of others divvies up your face.
All gorgeous girls alike are, any race,
Their symmetries, and ratios simply backed
By word of talk or glib cosmetic tract,
And surplus soon smooths out your simple grace.
I growled against belief in demigods,
The intermarriage of men and angles-
To your well balanced nose my poor head nods,
Your gold tresses in faux bedhead tangles.
To think one thousand faces boiled down
Match close to yours, maybe Atlantis' crown.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 down
o $10,000,000 below
o $10,000,000 nether
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