a study toward sonnet #1,380 by FisherKingKQJ
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Verse and chorus which I've lately written,
Some notes the Magus doesn't know about;
When it comes to magic count me smitten,
So dream on, scuba diver, odd man out.
Trust me, comrade, your sweet coital kitten,
False cleaner blenny will trade skills tout,
Flit near ribbon sweetlips safe, unbitten,
Her love bites strip flesh live, swell her pout.
This orca oracle, rock bottom wise,
Wrested wrasse at their fish cleaning station,
On lean days beneath no obligation,
She gobbled gristle, bones, guts and eyes.
Chain moray eel will eat or gargle garbs,
Reef shark is biased to spicy stingray barbs.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 barb
o $10,000,000 fluke
o $10,000,000 lobe
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