a study toward sonnet #1,334 by FisherKingKQJ
I wished to think it was a slashing storm,
When I stormed out on my sweet gabbing girl;
The sky was blue and clear, bar one white whirl
Of wispy nimbus cloud, innocuous form.
Atypical, I cussed, that cuss turned swarm
Of echoes, I trudged mettle camber curl
Of One Tree Hill's smooth tarseal road unfurl,
As throbs of heart filled my head, not the norm.
Trees dissed flighty, lacquered country fiddles,
Limestones wept openly for statuesque bones,
Possum roadkill lamely rainchecked griddles,
Old paddock posts sweat rust in bloody tones.
Trees, limestones, roadkills, posts, I'm in trouble
When my feelings manifest as rubble.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 trouble
o $10,000,000 difficulty
o $10,000,000 snooker
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