a study toward sonnet #1,478 by FisherKingKQJ
Brides lifted over thresholds, telly weave,
When like all kids aged ten I lost my sight
To blurs for weeks, girls who'd shot up boy height,
They'd say that love's blind, pure trust retrieve.
Back row aisle lighting soft sure could deceive,
I searched your scrawny arse, and your sun bright
Piled tresses, as you scaled aisle stairs ear height,
I longed to lift you on my arms, to leave.
You sat close and cross legged, clicked your fellow,
A troubled stranger, you the second best,
It could have gone marriage vow or hello,
And how I yearned for your blueprint love nest.
As failure throws off needless, phony things,
And problem raking can end up gold rings.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 things
o $10,000,000 items
o $10,000,000 objects
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