Pop Sonnet #1250

Reviewing for the day to live
By the code that binds
What more do you want to give
If the there is some kinds

That are the one to believe
In certain actual events
And if you start to weave
Then set up a fence

That can be round when needed
Necessarily given out
And ask for all been seeded
To start a mile route

The words they are used more than once
And pay attention to the stunts

Pop Sonnet #1251

Make sure your files are in order
When dealing with the man of late
And that all paper is in the recorder
Of where and when to date

The little things they matter most
Going to latch on the master shot
And form a line where the host
Will tell you what he's not

And if the time takes about a leap
Into the maturation of an ideal
Can you climb the mountain steep
To ask me what is real

And live in all with the question guard
Have all of the red tape starred

Pop Sonnet #1252

Sinking down the vortex drain
Time to ask for what they need
Going to feel a day's worth of pain
In mind for all the lead

That takes a rope back into tricks
Fallen out with certain lives
Could be round for dares in mix
And cure you of the hives

That bother you when talked about
The double time of sailor prop
Courage to take into clout
The time you just made it stop

When something gained around the sheet
Was good enough to just repeat

Pop Sonnet #1253

Breaking skin for older parts
Falling into certain frames
Going after wild starts
For the disarray that shame

When fallen into dreamlike spell
The fantasy is making poured
What you need for what the hell
Could be just as well bored

Box you in for certain makes
Could you find out what it counts
To take back all that takes
And spend a lesser bit of amount

When fallen back to lifestyle read
Wonder about the knocking bled

Pop Sonnet #1254

Uncanny to find you at the place
Where just in awhile there is a loss
Of certain to take the next race
For a system run by a boss

That dictates plans of sorts
And minds back system pause
To dance around with cohorts
And wiles after the simple laws

That bleed around into the fold
Got to be a bit more certain too
Kept a bit out of the cold
And count back manifest for true

The empty course that runs alone
Finally ditched your old time phone

Pop Sonnet #1255

Let us go to the doctor first
To find out what gives most
In the system of the cursed
And the other fine time host

That appears relevant to clue
Can find out the working prayer
Wonder if it all comes true
And to illustrate so rare

Could find out if needed core
To add symphony to the rest
And go on into the door
That was made across your chest

To be permanent for mild
Walked right into feeling filed

Pop Sonnet #1256

Got to figure system out
At least today I'm nervous
A feeling I don't get often doubt
It will have to take a curve us

To wake up into the day
That was here to watch
And to very get away
Lost into the the next of botch

The criminal that ran its course
And jumped into another lane
Going right up to the source
And scattered for what will remain

After given what could rock
Could go make them back to block

Pop Sonnet #1257

When fallen back into the dark
The spiral send a treasure trove
From locking patterns in the mark
Could give back to the old grove

And wears a tiny track of courage cane
Going into the land that owned
By a beggar on a pane
That collapsed after she groaned

What makes gender by the right
Set it off for kicking back
And going to the timer light
To run across the track

And in the surface you will approach
And then just try to find the coach

Pop Sonnet #1258

Past the point of rare be gone
Fortune wallowed in estate
Could cling back to what is wrong
For the wild that comes mate

To the board of required direct
Could make treasure underneath
Got to wire simply sect
Just at least go brush your teeth

And the skin that stretches around
Over the knife and back
Could have taken a chance ground
For what rings in crack

That tiny pledge against the curve
The one that makes the building swerve

Pop Sonnet #1259

Wanting to learn a dozen tricks
That roofer tends to borrow
Could have roped into the quicks
The makers of the sorrow

That spread the calm across the invest
To tire when you break
A simple map across the rest
When sent into mistake

That tends to rail about a dame
For forty years later
Could have spelled a different game
And made the ever crater

Disappear into the logic game that makes us find
A whole lot of differences here beneath the signed