Congratulate me?!
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLVIII)
Let morning trickle in sans voice to fence
The light of day, if only to avail
Me of dear rest, the circles whose detail
Does NOT enhance my hazel orbs what thence
Abet that hopeful thought, likeas defense,
Unless, of course, being death warmed oer is bail
For 'bove ground life whose plans stress shall derail,
Or curse with notes to highlight sheer pretense.
I'll feign tis cool being off on Monday, fer
The first time in a week of sev'n which threw
My mind out by their madness I'll demur
To yield to, til twas nigh complete. Calm to
Effect upon noon's finish, LORD, bestir
Thy mercies and redeem me now, won't You?
30Dec24a
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 1:02 AM UTC
Congratulate me?!
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLVIII)
Let morning trickle in sans voice to fence
The light of day, if only to avail
Me of dear rest, the circles whose detail
Does NOT enhance my hazel orbs what thence
Abet that hopeful thought, likeas defense,
Unless, of course, being death warmed oer is bail
For 'bove ground life whose plans stress shall derail,
Or curse with notes to highlight sheer pretense.
I'll feign tis cool being off on Monday, fer
The first time in a week of sev'n which threw
My mind out by their madness I'll demur
To yield to, til twas nigh complete. Calm to
Effect upon noon's finish, LORD, bestir
Thy mercies and redeem me now, won't You?
30Dec24a
Finally, the day long expected and earnestly desired, which cost me a little since, well, nevermind.
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