Pop Sonnet #4830

And reward the fall for life
Sterilized junky switch
There is a second wife
That was my favorite witch

Making it hard to understand differences
Without a license involved to grow
And if you are measuring distances
Then anyone could now know

And I have a different complacent
Speech in the hypnotist box
Going to stand all adjacent
And reset the only dime locks

That were so important to finish a section
And there were only a few corrections

Pop Sonnet #4831

That still seems far off only a matter of two weeks
And then I will be going head first down
And look back all around the sweeping leaks
That trickled into a religious town

And made for baptismal waters
That reckoned for a breach
And looked back at the whole of daughters
That were simply out of reach

And if I looked into her eyes
Before she frightened wear
And look upon the only cries
Bewitched by a spell fair

And in the loveliness of loneliness there is a search
Got to find a reason to head back to the church

Pop Sonnet #4832

I will try my luck with angel prairies
And sever complex writing into a half
Look at mild apparition still in the carries
And then it was a pause to make you laugh

A certain type of creature that will build upon a shape
Looking here for anyone is a loss
Because now you can try to escape
Throw me pillow with a toss

And I will satisfy the urge to compare
A dream with a reality
Search back forward into stare
And look how she plays me

That is what I love to do when anything must stop
Take it one more time from the very top

Pop Sonnet #4833

So press on and no time off
Even in the Summer
I have gone to greater soft
Whenever you looked like a comer

And even in the only trek
Where I could flavor back
Going after retrospect
And courage that I lack

When there is nothing wrong
Except a total angry spirit
That forces you to get along
And wears the kind of widget

That used to have a use for the time I stole her back
And think of me as wanting to retain all the slack

Pop Sonnet #4834

If I had only one shot to make it in
There could be transpositions aloof
Got to swear reasons for sin
And I was still feeling uncouth

Will there be a pause from four to five
And I can take it to speed
There is a total combat alive
And I could serve to your need

Everything here feels like it was always
Like the form was here so long ago
And if I reckon to complete hallways
For the paint is so nice that you flow

And I will dodge any hard feelings for now
Could you think that there was any other way how

Pop Sonnet #4835

And here I am in the other side half
The line was just crossed last minute
And when you realize there can be daft
Running into the completely in it

And when you know them from a stance
That looks as though feathers were torn
And to create the giants
To be already twice born

And if I get angry again the reality will change
When everything worked for is gone
To be a part of the animal range
And look right into the song

When I was forgiven for stealing your lunch
There was a legend that cried quite a hunch

Pop Sonnet #4836

I feel so behind like the year is taking over
And even if half is here I feel lost
The contingency was about to come hover
And I was the one that embossed

The letterhead that was confusing
To just about everyone that saw
Kept forward to respect all using
But was the one that had the flaw

And if there are things that really get bad
I will not just let them go
Because if anyone for a good reason had
To allow everyone to know

That the guilt that falls is far from me
Even when I am at a party

Pop Sonnet #4837

This is just a test to see
If anyone else could have made
A several roster open tree
And living where the glade

Was sheltered in the dust so frail
That innocence was leaping
With an ever living dale
And worried about sleeping

When I am right now feeling a buzz
And a little bit of remorse
That I told you I could trust
Then went to the dark force

Of a managed task to share
Take it right out of the air

Pop Sonnet #4838

In about five days from now
There will be fifty more
And if that is not clockwork prow
I could celebrate the floor

Was empty from the one
That sold all my belongings
Long ago when they were done
Upon the hopeless wrong things

And I was so regretful in the day
I could not weep to save the kiss
And if there was a different way
I would look back at your list

And keep a striving picture of the independent class
And I will take a side with the beautiful young lass

Pop Sonnet #4839

There is a popular approach to being
In the core of dementia and love
There is a similarity breathing
And someone else had a glove

Beneath the steering wheel or beside the seat
That will take a permeation
Looking back through heat
And gentle take libations

And if there is a reason I feel hyped
It is probably from everything touched
And looked entirely wiped
At the only permanent crutched

That was a word quite after all
The words are backwards to be small