...don'tcha know?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCXXIX)
I prayed for hours; then made my plans t'avail
Us of a party, that late crashed ere thence
It got in full swing, where I'm struggling hence
With facing yes, the loss of that detail,
As if this mercy granted's poor? Bewail
Sans aught recure as if twas mere pretense
To ask for hours, or what? The cost of whence
Is mair than I had bargained, in betrayl.
Behold the fields in early Autumn fer
A spell, and learn to be half thankful? Blue
Skies melting in the romance of as twere
Day's end, come, had we been lost watching through
These hours the flicks I'd wanted I'd missed pure
Sweet vistas that I cherish. I thank You.
10Sep25c
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 9:56 PM UTC
...don'tcha know?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCXXIX)
I prayed for hours; then made my plans t'avail
Us of a party, that late crashed ere thence
It got in full swing, where I'm struggling hence
With facing yes, the loss of that detail,
As if this mercy granted's poor? Bewail
Sans aught recure as if twas mere pretense
To ask for hours, or what? The cost of whence
Is mair than I had bargained, in betrayl.
Behold the fields in early Autumn fer
A spell, and learn to be half thankful? Blue
Skies melting in the romance of as twere
Day's end, come, had we been lost watching through
These hours the flicks I'd wanted I'd missed pure
Sweet vistas that I cherish. I thank You.
10Sep25c
Here's hoping she learns.
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