Pop Sonnet #6780
Realizing things will not quite work away
The impetus lying in driving
Where the still reconciled will weigh
And nothing is so striving
For the mortality in the field of view
There we see a repetition full
And when you look at the crew
There you see the dull
Which for me was sent to rest
Beneath the sea so solemn down
There we see all of the best
And triumph is in renown
There we see that no one cares
And after awhile they take the dares
Pop Sonnet #6781
If you were meant to establish peace
You did things in such a way
That whatever line seems the least
Was happening to play
With a courage so put up and overwhelmed defeat
There could be a stake beneath rest
Which happened to be all the streets
That you knew happened unless
There was a way around
The icy road will waste
The despot in the practice found
What now you can replace
And if you believe in things that last
You might need to get there fast
Pop Sonnet #6782
And when you know that all is gone
The label in the question
That what you see before the dawn
Makes up for time investing
That when you pour your life into
The quest before you cries
That when you look around to blue
The perfect one will rise
And never ask me anything I cannot understand
Because I will defeat the purpose rouse
The time you take to reach my hand
Was all that left me now
And I will not want to release
The innocence that creates peace
Pop Sonnet #6783
It does not seem like I will make
A vision to release so quiet
That someone has the idea to fake
The perfection in the silence
Where you know what I had to know
And I was taking numbers
For the ride into the snow
That kept giving me the bummers
Of the deal that was to core
Before you leapt inside
And that is where I take a floor
And leave you here with pride
And even if I cannot have it all
The motion takes a mortal fall
Pop Sonnet #6784
I do not know the consequence
Of not being victimized for fun
That is why I have been since
A goal for number one
That could have practiced in the lead
And knew that there were options still
Which created all the seed
That keeps up my strong will
And that is why I say to you
What works and what fails complete
There we see right through
And take a portion street
There we have the final blow
Whatever you were supposed to know
Pop Sonnet #6785
And that is half but I still chase
The empty veil releases
The perfection in the open case
That gives to you the pieces
And when you consider timing
There we open shop again
When after all the only signing
Was here to sing right in
The microphone was bouncing back
And when you ask me for the penance
There we see the level rack
And force you to the tenants
That were about to open wide
Unless everything happened inside
Pop Sonnet #6786
Still speeding through the last of these
And with four left not the bottom
Where that was accompanying keys
And went to find the autumn
That for me was without perfect shares
The conformity is made to place
There are more that have the fares
When you drove to see pace
That kept me going for the fruit
And furthermore no one sank
That was all about the suit
That kept the same in rank
Where I have ideas that will fail
What in the world is here to tell
Pop Sonnet #6787
And here we see the panic strike
Before I can get my drugs
That will be around the like
Of where you get in plugs
That occur in breach each time you sit
When no one could conform
That keeps us feeling what is hit
And knowing now the norm
When you get to the very top
And see yourself dangling from a rope
That was the way we could stop
And be the vision of hope
For the world when nothing is left
Maybe you have seen the heft
Pop Sonnet #6788
So now when games are threatened to pass
And ideas tend to waiver
The faith that needs your solid glass
Will do us all a favor
And be here when time runs out
That you had seen the maker
Of what you have before the route
Unless there was a shaker
That kept me involved with the core
That was to level front
Maybe in the time you floor
The things that I now want
And if I make it through the last
I will have made it there so fast
Pop Sonnet #6789
And if I find the juice to drink
The high I do not have right now
Is messing with the way I think
And serves me to allow
Unless you fathom different strikes
The right is in my ship
Where you see the hikes
And never give the slip
Unless headed to your secret cave
Where shadows define the rules
The left over was about to save
And you have been made into a fool
That will suffer for the rest of time
Unless you somehow switch the paradigm
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