a study toward sonnet #1,357 by FisherKingKQJ
The gravel greasy wet on cambered lane,
It meanders meadows, by green winter crops
Of cabbages, a windsock weather vane,
Along dark polo pony stables stops.
Now, searing sleet displaces razing rain,
Assaults my squint-tight eyelids, a tear drops-
I'm ever your long mallet swishing swain,
I miss our mucking out, you're truly tops.
My fingers freezing stick to handle chrome,
Breath clouds, fan heater runs off battery;
Hazard lights haphazard light flattery-
She'll stir at her three storey stately home.
I stand near highway pickets, your first stile,
You might be late one layby country mile.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 stile
o $10,000,000 gradient
o $10,000,000 tier
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