a study toward sonnet #1,519 by FisherKingKQJ
On that day he was born Christ was nailed
Or perhaps not on His cross, Easter's feast
A moveable date made for those deceased
And living alike; him angels surely hailed.
In black and white the Wahine then sailed
A storm and wrecked near Soame's Island, last least,
As if a scientist had loosed on it a beast,
He blew out candles when six news live wailed.
As handsome he crouched round the steering wheel
Of his black soft top sports car, the girls
A pathway parted, he took off, no squeal-
I shared that dream, that he'd kiss my curls.
Did baker's dozen pixie jots lay bare?
We doves kissed feet of minted millonaire.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 bare
o $10,000,000 plain
o $10,000,000 sorted
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