Dunno.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLXX)
Watch dawn by half, the crew of shadows dense,
Yet melting off in morning's golden tale
Of light, where heat's late forecast sans avail,
October's notice nary cure for whence
These days, although my aunt says makes no sense
In Lincoln's Land; and noon is that detail
Which edges nigh, dessert what stalls me, frail
As such suggestions, and October hence.
Past noon, we've thirty-six mair hours in tour
Ere next month, heat no damper on the view
From here, lawns dead, firs green, the thought as twere
Of ole November winking like t'would woo.
Let afternoon rehearse its lines, bestir
Is't ev'ning? as oh LORD, we wait on You.
29Sep25b
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 10:14 AM UTC
Dunno.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLXX)
Watch dawn by half, the crew of shadows dense,
Yet melting off in morning's golden tale
Of light, where heat's late forecast sans avail,
October's notice nary cure for whence
These days, although my aunt says makes no sense
In Lincoln's Land; and noon is that detail
Which edges nigh, dessert what stalls me, frail
As such suggestions, and October hence.
Past noon, we've thirty-six mair hours in tour
Ere next month, heat no damper on the view
From here, lawns dead, firs green, the thought as twere
Of ole November winking like t'would woo.
Let afternoon rehearse its lines, bestir
Is't ev'ning? as oh LORD, we wait on You.
29Sep25b
Mind you, I didn't admit to having problems.
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