a study toward sonnet #1,321 by FisherKingKQJ
Pip, fair true, mistakenly you freeze on
The sonnets scrawled in longhand down,
They're money centric stanzas, reads your frown,
Your insights are tantamount to treason.
Fall of man, quartered deciduous season,
An autumn bonfire, yellow, red and brown,
Each twigged root verb, each tapped branch noun,
If butt nots, snaking the three tri meson.
Thought one hundred sonnets might be massive
When I was small, a sleepless dreamy boy,
I return in astral travel, now impassive,
Each sonnet my last, citron grafted joy.
Pip, you spark multiverse verse after years,
Your whisper wishes tingle in my ears.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 years
o $10,000,000 annuals
o $10,000,000 calendars
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