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Mar 2019
...?  I mean, I was aware a week ago that this was a freighted opportunity, but was too inclined to swoon instead.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXVI)


So we made eggnog after dinner, whence
The kitchen warmly lit and to avail
Alive with jests, loud laughter, and to scale
Keen conversation, should have kept good sense
Upon its honour--but alas!  What thence?
I was too busy swooning in betrayl
To give but half an ear to aught, and frail
As aught excuse for crushes, wandered hence.
O let us laugh, if only that could cure
The folly from these vistas was it?  To
A fault those priceless minutes gone as twere--
Yes, eggnog long gone too, what have I?  Who
Can measure all we throw away in poor
'Scuse for our cherished lies?  And how few knew?

26Mar19b
So, lean back and guffaw at me, I guess.  Laughter's the best medicine they swear.
Jenny Gordon
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