Pop Sonnet #1760
Switch back hill tear giant shake
Until the moon is in full view
Ultimate the old for my sake
And open into the skew
A ramble point ditch back
Take a pillar down
And if there is slack
Eat the lightning noun
That comes in like a freak
From out of the cold rain
And asks about the last week
Unless you do feel pain
And moisten out the sample lost
Until there is more in the frost
Pop Sonnet #1761
Get lost choose one
A voice inside the head
Makes sure you are done
Filled all full of lead
And when the ditch rises
Jealousy in the scope
Then the fear is all guises
For the holy rope
And take a leap across the star
The pitching in the rear
To fancy a smaller car
When heaven does appear
And taken back into the dance
And ask you for a second chance
Pop Sonnet #1762
Flying by unless you can't
The single pressure jet
Will force you into a rant
And ask you to forget
The solemn code of sympathy
Enjoyment in a hat
And ask you if the price for me
Comes bringing in the chat
That went on for a second
Then bed time did approach
And asked you for a beckon
To force the Golden Coach
That Renoir will stop at nothing
And the goods will always bring
Pop Sonnet #1763
Pressure down eternal stamp
And ask the song change
To get back onto the ramp
And keep you in the range
Of quite understood where a while
That made up for lost time
To take into a gentle smile
That feeling underneath the crime
That shed a subject feeling fast
But that is less criteria shaken
To get to the ultimate cast
For a romance in the forsaken
That music plays to my heart
And takes me into a part
Pop Sonnet #1764
Only made it to a point of asking
A frolic in the making
And asked for a killer masking
Just as though no one is taking
The slow point that all is here
For the newest turning down
That keeps cranking round the clear
When you know there is a brown
Section that amplitude will keep
Horizons so very imported
And ask to run through the steep
Until you are distorted
And finding out upon the cross
That it was no one else to the loss
Pop Sonnet #1765
Good to see a friend last night
Drowns the memory chip
At last a chance to offer quite
A second to the clip
And in the newer list of chance
That asked for razor casks
And in the ultimate of pants
There is a doctor that asks
For a shot of medicine that
Makes disappearing fine
The only controlling second hat
Taking into the divine
And even as fast as I go
The time still does not move as slow
Pop Sonnet #1766
And dissipate into a flavor
Feeling ever so tight
And asking for a favor
Brought you discs tonight
That was my only mistake
When all is said and done
And there are copies to take
For the movies are fun
And there are now so many here
That poison the drink
To eject that inner ear
And ask you when to sink
For all that can be written back
Could just take a solar black
Pop Sonnet #1767
Every other number counts
For luck that is quite drawn
Concerning for the other mounts
Accepting on the lawn
That exception to the rule is clear
Can time only erase me
To get into a second fear
And another will ask for a tree
To appear and give off air
That environmental destined
To further ask for threadbare
Race against the questioned
And any time you need to go
We will quite certainly know
Pop Sonnet #1768
Before you even get there
You should have asked for more
That simple loving flare
That scoots across the floor
And ties a solemn song change
Into the back of hands
That separates the tired range
Of whatever the stands
That ask again when ready
For the flood of tides
And take back the old heady
That could have gotten rides
Don't think of it as a problem yet
There will be other days to let
Pop Sonnet #1769
It just came together different than
You now thought it would
But you know for about then ran
A camera for the good
Of others and there will be
A next time to try and remember
To ask for a whole hearted plea
And stumble to dismember
The metaphor comes creeping back
To further all the causes
Do not worry it is there in the sack
Or the bag that deserves pauses
When you took a day or two
To sort the memory all through
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