3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #1,459 by FisherKingKQJ

I balk at calling you dumb blonde, white fluff,
Passing time has phased out puerile fury;
Though I'll honour bachelor dreamt houri,
I'd hate to hear that you were sleeping rough.
So if we met once more, I'd call your bluff,
Mastercraftsman I, your judge and jury,
Gong your glass animals and potpourri,
Your artwork saccharine sweet, soulless stuff.
I put things down to some temporal quirk
And how I'd pray, endure my darkest hour
When sonnets seemed exotic, wouldn't flower,
When I'd prefer sure money, menial work.
With my feet made of clay, I drummed out drought,
That minor artist rubbed your odd strokes out.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 drought
o $10,000,000 evaporate
o $10,000,000 waterless

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