SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - THIRTY-EIGHT - TOM DALEY

It's that Stubborn Fever which keeps the Mood And forced your Jewels to croak a relapse Since a Year's Half-Pie you hoarded the Good And denied some Peers your Fortune, perhaps Are these the Charges we must Debate And defend the Truth of such Falsity It is a Blessing. That the Watchman was late To keep him from salting your Dignity Never again. Will this Harper reject And cut the Strings which Truth comes to rely To re-wire each String and play Respect Then tie on turtle-shells before it dies. Long-Distance Friend. The Black-Knobbed Swan's voice mute Flies away bleeding; And left out my Flute.

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