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TPF (SONNET SERIES)
rhetorical verse in Shakespearean sonnet form
 by BOKE
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TPF FRAGMENT / {2 of 12} -- by BOKE

{TPF_2_01} TO BE A LAWYER, grandpa said, TAKES PULL.

{TPF_2_02} Dismissing wild ideas of his grandson,

{TPF_2_03} he swatted flies while scraping back the wool

{TPF_2_04} my future brought his front porch view. The sun ...

 
{TPF_2_05} ... now off his face in his retirement chair.

{TPF_2_06} A two-lane highway and a railroad line

{TPF_2_07} a hundred yards away. And he could stare

{TPF_2_08} at that tableau for hours with no wine ...

 
{TPF_2_09} ... to savor -- though he could now well afford

{TPF_2_10} a touch of luxury. (He'd worked and saved

{TPF_2_11} a lifetime.) Swatting flies, he's never bored.

{TPF_2_12} Though I've heard tales of times he's misbehaved ...

 
{TPF_2_13} ... he's peaceful now. Accepting his life's spot

{TPF_2_14} and feels no shame for what we haven't got.