...too many decades ere.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCLIII)
I gave the kittens milk and cream t'avail
Oernight, ere sunrise half aware pretense
Is folly, and they'll haunt my rising thence,
Two wedges brie what Peter shan't regale
Himself with, only Tigger, who would trail
Me, riding on my shoulders like twas sense,
From ya, the loo to kitchen like defense,
As I am sure it is not Monday, frail.
If morning stares at me once I'm as twere
Upon the clock afresh, tis bland, skies blue
With clouds like fragments of the storm as twere
'Non melting off, the fields just green as due
For Winter's weary stay, the dream astir
Beyond, oh LORD, Thy mercies ever new.
10Nov25a
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 12:12 PM UTC
...too many decades ere.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCLIII)
I gave the kittens milk and cream t'avail
Oernight, ere sunrise half aware pretense
Is folly, and they'll haunt my rising thence,
Two wedges brie what Peter shan't regale
Himself with, only Tigger, who would trail
Me, riding on my shoulders like twas sense,
From ya, the loo to kitchen like defense,
As I am sure it is not Monday, frail.
If morning stares at me once I'm as twere
Upon the clock afresh, tis bland, skies blue
With clouds like fragments of the storm as twere
'Non melting off, the fields just green as due
For Winter's weary stay, the dream astir
Beyond, oh LORD, Thy mercies ever new.
10Nov25a
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