a study toward sonnet #1,319 by FisherKingKQJ
Here, nice girl, I don't care to see you cry,
Hug me, you've lost your canine baby tooth,
Grown first, out first, you've learnt oddest sooth,
Of clock time, that one day you're going to die.
To daddy listen closely, nice friends lie,
When they don't figure better, fudge the truth,
That more convincing voiced with loaded ruth-
We mostly pass away asleep, hushed byebye.
There, nice girl, I can't bear to watch you weep,
Gene therapy raised the hair colour bar,
And with my pension pennies I will reap
Stem cells from old nail clippings, pare to par.
Let's dab eyes dry on this kerchief tight fold,
I won't die, when you never can grow old.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 fold
o $10,000,000 layer
o $10,000,000 tier
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