You?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCMIII)
Dawn's sluggish, darkness ling'ring til, t'avail
Me of my bed once back is tempting, thence
Foresworn cuz there's too much to do fr'intents,
And little time. Wash last night's dishes, hail
A chance to put the kettle on, and frail
As Barry's after third shift, search defense
In that dear cuppa, shortbread tops as hence
What joy tis to indulge in that detail!
Come, come, last year now was a Sunday's tour,
My aunt and uncle vis'ting like th'ado
Was perfect. So much since then puts as twere
The joys of that far out of sight. We knew
Sweet minutes, then. All passed, what's left? Bestir
No vision for the morrow. LORD, where to?
22Dec25a
Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
You?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCMIII)
Dawn's sluggish, darkness ling'ring til, t'avail
Me of my bed once back is tempting, thence
Foresworn cuz there's too much to do fr'intents,
And little time. Wash last night's dishes, hail
A chance to put the kettle on, and frail
As Barry's after third shift, search defense
In that dear cuppa, shortbread tops as hence
What joy tis to indulge in that detail!
Come, come, last year now was a Sunday's tour,
My aunt and uncle vis'ting like th'ado
Was perfect. So much since then puts as twere
The joys of that far out of sight. We knew
Sweet minutes, then. All passed, what's left? Bestir
No vision for the morrow. LORD, where to?
22Dec25a
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