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Feb 13
...cuz I won't tell you IF you ask directly, my mind goes blank.  You hafta come at it sideways.


Quoth I, "while golden hours--" to find in pale
Excuse what?! Milton's sonnet answring thence:
"...lead on propitious May--" as blue skies hencxe
Yield not sae much kind warmth as on that scale
Urge 'non the soul to think of April's trail
Of violets through the budding woods leaves fence
With softest whispers, wherefore do I sense
Lo, summer ere that Febry's old, t'avail?
Yea further, why does my heart tremble fer
Favon'ous' merry hours' return as blue
Skies set that thought on fire as if it were
But weeks away?  I struggle now as't woo,
'Gain yearning to stroll through the pines in tour
And listen to their voices like t'would do.

*L3--see Milton's Sonnet to the Nightingale: "....while JOLLY hours lead on--"
Jenny Gordon
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Jenny Gordon  44/F/Elgin, IL
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