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(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMXXXIV) Cold, likeas ev'ry Winter knows to scale Quite well, sifts through the hours where I'd fr'intents Giv'n up on wearing knits and woolens, sense Drowned in the heat of Summer whose detail Has chased me nigh six months, til I'd bewail And search for chill but find t'was mere pretense. Now thet the heat's been off in sheer defense For so long, boil up Ramen to avail. Oh! How I see the snow beyond as t'were These blinds, lying on the fields foresworn anew, The chill which eats through aught famil'yar, poor As freezing in October, where frost'd cue. What am I seeking that this see-saw'd stir But keen chagrin? Oh LORD, how I need You! 24Oct24
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Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 10:32 AM UTC
Six Hours of Werk Is Called A Day Off
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMXXXIV) Cold, likeas ev'ry Winter knows to scale Quite well, sifts through the hours where I'd fr'intents Giv'n up on wearing knits and woolens, sense Drowned in the heat of Summer whose detail Has chased me nigh six months, til I'd bewail And search for chill but find t'was mere pretense. Now thet the heat's been off in sheer defense For so long, boil up Ramen to avail. Oh! How I see the snow beyond as t'were These blinds, lying on the fields foresworn anew, The chill which eats through aught famil'yar, poor As freezing in October, where frost'd cue. What am I seeking that this see-saw'd stir But keen chagrin? Oh LORD, how I need You! 24Oct24
What a complete farce! [I left the sliding door open when leaving for work the night before.]
JennyGordon
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51/F/Bolingbrook, IL
Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 10:32 AM UTC
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