I do.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCVII)


Tis raining lightly like romance t'avail
Is in the air as calm owns this suspense,
Or so it seems, aught safe indoors from hence
'Cept who must travel, "sleeping weather" hale
In tender solace, Autumn's sweet detail
With red leaves winking midst the green for sense,
A haunting note of yellow half fr'intents
In tow, and how I revel 'long the trail.
Guess I will never think straight, is't sae poor?
Come, wherefore try to hold my purse anew
Oer lo, a tall drink?! Spill all too, in tour.
And now my car is full of drink. I rue
My folly, sans a reason for't. Bestir
Thyself and save me, LORD, for I need You.

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