a study toward sonnet #1,210 by FisherKingKQJ
Louise, strange that I now sing that I love you,
But I've achieved a brace of brilliant things-
God loves a trier, that note none falsely rings,
My piano pastiche mash ups hark on queue.
I'll prove a person can estrange their hue,
High standards set, reach them, though genius wings
Are gene read in culture's chromosome strings-
I'll strive now for some postcard overdue.
You wrung your red hair in the beach side pool,
Sand glass and sweat salt gave out sparkles drying
On your nice boobs, with your lovely legs lying
In filtered, fresh sea water wobbling cool.
You blinked drops off a lash to boldly flirt,
Then flicked fun spray across and up my shirt.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 flirt
o $10,000,000 beckon
o $10,000,000 entice
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