Pop Sonnet #4820

And that starts the clock with a total return
For logic is sampling the goods
And when the age of a separate burn
Was already now understood

And I was a figure of a clothed mask
To push into realistic terms
And already made a task
Appear with all of your germs

And I was just listening to you again
That is a separate lyric
To instigate dilemma see in
Was already becoming mythic

And if nothing was to stop chains
Right now I see so many stains

Pop Sonnet #4821

Starting to get rank for all of the dues
Spaced out in all of the ways
And permeate the furthermore hues
Coming back where she plays

And if there is certainly an attitude
To demarcate whether there is petition
And crawl on to check and make moods
Give to me what is in vision

That if I were to take it so long
And then add over twice as much
Then I would have enough to make wrong
Gestures that illustrate such

The purpose of a given lease
Is so that my gain increased

Pop Sonnet #4822

And I could sense a miracle beyond
That looks back at the work
And was an epic to get fond
Of the time that it lurks

Back by the tired lament
The episode in front
And was already all the way spent
To join in on the hunt

And be a part of nature bliss
The best is yet to come
Whatever stability could be missed
And yet the voices done

Were alone beside the physicality
I can already tell you I agree completely

Pop Sonnet #4823

There is nothing better than a stable mate
That kept the sadness at bay with a laugh
And if I even saw you way late
I would promise your staff

That no one sees a realized plan
To be already out there and coming soon
There was a party dance hand
That gave me all of them soon

I am starting to fade in and out
Looking at the screen
That blurry picture of the bout
That went on like a scene

And kept playing back over and over again
I know exactly where you have been

Pop Sonnet #4824

This is really a challenge when tired
And the blankness goes back and forth
The look that permeates the wired
And appears already north

And gathers that rose bush from the course
Of a mile to get stuck between
And there are many other doors
That lead me right to the scene

Of a fixed number in a long set
That were ready for upbringing
No matter what you get
And left me back there singing

And when you pause feeling already down
There is some practice time to slip in gown

Pop Sonnet #4825

It is hard to tell what is going on
When everyone is chasing pyramids
And settle back before it is gone
And there are so many open lids

The wages of testifying before a hearth
The next page turns to a field
And make no errors when in Earth
The data begins to yield

A position of madness I cannot frame
As long as the most walks were doomed
And as long as you look at the same
After the shepherd was groomed

Like a long time coming in to forgive
Next time you will have to tell me to live

Pop Sonnet #4826

And I just keep carving away at the wood
Like it will develop into the shove
There are so many ways I understood
What you meant by the love

And it seems absurd but I have to understand
That whatever you build along fast
There is a holding onto the hand
That already found the way last

To build an artificial wall instead of a device
Make you comfortable alone
Always declare advice
As this is already known

By audiences captivated in the wares
There are a few other things I share

Pop Sonnet #4827

Like dreams and filibuster lead
The company divided
Her beautiful legs in the bed
And look at what invited

Another beautiful presence to
The next time I forget to walk
And let the record play through
From the very first time to talk

With a feeling that anything will be possible
To mingle with a few of the women
That were about to be the loss able
To recharge the fact of dimming

All the philosophies you learn into one
And that is when we become done

Pop Sonnet #4828

I am among the thirsty for best
And was already mixed with the ghost
To end the same but then rest
Was elusive at this point the most

Was about to be more than any count dared
And to position a fabrication plenty
And was already the paired
When there was some country

Dividing the line before all the way there
And I was getting to the final word
For the day so I could make for rare
So finished upon the open bird

That came into a flannel because of her
I could even look past the arched blur

Pop Sonnet #4829

That is too much to ask but I will see
If there is a similarity in thoughts
Because for now I think we can agree
That there are figures of dots

That form into waves of conclusive reconstruction
The line that crossed the next checkpoint
And look around at the sudden destruction
And I would really enjoy another joint

To be as far into the words that I can
But always a day away from more
There are so many avenues to understand
So many avenues to explore

That is an uncommon trick I rarely ever use
I think it is because it is easy to confuse