Pop Sonnet #3840

Read between lines on the doctor's note
Going to find out there was more
About the old frame of veritable tote
That full fledged alliance of poor

That I was discovered into a wall
And forced back into the bag
Where there were even very good all
Take a hold of the new lag

And now the hang over pierces my brain
Finding out just who to trust
And if there was an exception from train
That came back into bust

The motion of movement really redundant
Strike a fancy with the lost pundit

Pop Sonnet #3841

And take a factor clear into signed
The philosophy of the empirical choice
Caused me to ask for the lined
And to return all the noise

Into your deposit of furthermore bagged
Going to feel like I am better
From the feeling of everything tagged
That gave you back a new letter

And if there was property inside the door
They would have returned all the fluid
To be inside of a filament floor
That came in with the druid

And now you erase everything you once knew
There were more than you could have blew

Pop Sonnet #3842

By the race jet for military hush
And go to the new part of will
There was an increase inside the thrush
And gotten to do the whole thrill

Of a partition heavily laden
Threads are for readiness type
There was a noise that felt like the grading
Of a new style of ripe

That you found out was just as good
Except it left you wondering form
That anyone ever takes all they understood
And the blurriness is still my norm

Because I drink and smoke like it goes out of style
You will forgive me after a while

Pop Sonnet #3843

Two times the pain and into the back
I am now feeling the burn
Of a new flavor there is time to sack
The poison inside of the urn

That you would have consumed
For all the frustration holds
Take me to be exhumed
And readiness is in the folds

Where I feel so dizzy this early in the day
And it is because of the drink
Like I was explaining all of it away
And now you don't know what to think

If I were to ask you just for one favor
There was a potion you had to savor

Pop Sonnet #3844

Now that I have driven over the hill
There are escape routes to watch
Unless there was a normalized bill
To be among the firm botch

Of an enormous rake through the leaves
There is a wanted type learned
To be the gentlest type of the breeze
And go to where they had earned

An important trick to getting it done
And now all I see in the distance
Is to be able to have all the fun
And going into the missed chance

Of the full split I see in that page
Wonder if this could be done at my age

Pop Sonnet #3845

Life brings the choices into the array
Got to be motionless in the hidden
Formula forecast the cumbersome play
And to go back to the sitting

Position that breathes into life
That earlier game of the core
And if you had a very nice wife
She could have been with you more

And all were breaking up left and right
Because there is no way to mix
Anything that led to a normal sight
And asked you to look at the tricks

That valued a potent feeling reborn
You were really rife for that kind of scorn

Pop Sonnet #3846

This way I find that the relevant blushes
And I would now take a new turn
Unless we watched all the dailies and rushes
Before the candle had burned

All of the way down to the melted wax
And where the fire consumes
There would be anyone to travel relaxed
To be the one that it grooms

Like a performance of literary types
There could be a shot fired last
That could be the one that takes the next hypes
And shoots them all off so fast

The misery of the loose end in my wake
Not going on would be a mistake

Pop Sonnet #3847

As if I had time to do any more
But knowing I will make it to the bottom
When there was someone else on the floor
And I am making plans for Autumn

There was a courage that spread from alarm
And fraught with a potent ice break
The paved road ended before the farm
And when I so early awake

There was a time that I knelt near the machine
And leaned on my own understanding
Like I have said I was wanting the scene
To be the best of all of the landing

And if I skip words sometimes or change the rhythm
There would be a full way to go to live them

Pop Sonnet #3848

And while you are still trying to figure out
The words that come streaming in flow
That was a simple take into the stout
And you will always be the low

Of the lows but you are still so high
And I am wondering ever so much
The taken progress that draws up the sky
Onto a performance touch

That you made for progresses
Taken back down
Like the way she undresses
From her night gown

I want to put words together and match
Anyone know of a greater type catch

Pop Sonnet #3849

There are ways to express
The diligent ride
That force us in stress
To go back and hide

And there were not words like
The ones that I made
To ride into spikes
And shoot lemonade

Like it is going out of style
Everything must
And shorten the mile
While watching the dust

And I could go on but that will be enough
For now I must plan on building the tough