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Revised sonnet #440 

I didnt want to play a dating game

Half pied her lack of social skills high yield

As lady luck is one expensive dame

I wouldnt want to place a bet on field

If not a wallet wisdom what Id wield

I pushed her door ajar the snib up lock

I eased in early chirp of birds odd shield

I plucked at chair I checked time six oclock

On gauzy screen her silhouette fitted frock

Her kettle whistle whined it spluttered steam

I swooned at sniff of pork in sooty wok

Her dishes drained in rack a riot of suds and gleam

A shrinking violet stuck in rocky patch

I felt in fact at last I met my match

Chorus patch area zone

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Revised sonnet #419

I hate the sun it hurts eyes sears the skin

A bit of good a bit of bad in sum

The villain vacillates to lose yet win

The luciferase fish Id rather plumb

I stroll the filled in land in feeling glum

I fear Ill founder step in karmic jail

The people passing good as deaf and dumb

If brain assumes a sample small in scale

In mirror sometimes lives unhappy male

If Isis rules the dreaded menstrual rag

That fertile magic may two breasts avail

The lady boys toast her try not to gag

If summer sweat in my eyes renders ghosts

The people doubled play unwitting hosts

Chorus ghosts phantoms spectres

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Revised sonnet #390

The fungi feed on buildings break them down

A snooty scholar champions distant past

In monumental mortar hat and gown

Truth be told history erases fast

The blocks ye olde are roman concrete cast

They dodge a coat of brightly coloured paint

Theyre ware the whitest pottery at last

A naked crock of crap in sync yet quaint

In bible books the pyramids just aint

In mason manufacture lies theme park

The fancied shredded slaves toiled till theyd faint

The fungi funny stalled at epoch arc

A parrots precedent to modern slavery

To students pitched through noble knavery

Chorus slavery bondage thraldom

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Revised sonnet #309

He bolstered me in roughest rides of life

Times when I was a bitch to everyone

I was a manic prone to spendthrift strife

A shopping spree Id start on end of run

He reaped a resonance to life hard done

He spilled the beans on self he said as much

His model mother bashed her bastard son

He was her world he squirmed exclusive clutch

He was her little man in double dutch

I was his workaround in looks of law

I swore off vintage clothes and dos as such

I was a doppelganger once in raw

I nodded next to better looking chick

He wouldnt wear it what a country rick

Chorus chick dame girl