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a study toward sonnet #1,405 by FisherKingKQJ
(lllvii)

She read arryhthmia, died a dear young thing
A chronicle by coroners revealed,
It showed appearances can yank, not yield;
I liked her; now to her my weak prayers wing.
Friend, you want me to sorrowfully sing
Her passing so untimely, my lips shield
With shame her memory far afield,
If I'd just caught up with her, though she'd cling.
I thought it was too late for loving her,
But as years went by sad disaster
Moulded mediocrity into master,
My nose, and navel hairs grew long as fur.
A million years endorsed, the first step done,
For Sue, I'll save the world from swelling sun.

o done
o enacted
o performed