a study toward sonnet #1,231 by FisherKingKQJ
Three women whom I've well loved on dice rolls
On vast planes dwell; far from infantile dreams
I know their details raw, I could ink reams,
When hunches come to it, they're same old souls.
Their trivial, pure loves mix white noise sungleams,
With halos now eclipse my clueless goals;
I clip a cap on wholesome, healed black holes,
The sun by halitosis streams and steams.
Pure, sweet Maria who gave me a tingle,
Who wouldn't frisk me for small favours back;
Sweet, pure Mary who put out my shingle;
Sweet, sweet Marie who nudged to me the knack.
Three muses bubbled me to meet starman,
On beams of sha light haled by whole Sha-Man.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 starman
o $10,000,000 god
o $10,000,000 timelord
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