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(sonnet #MMMMMCCCXCVIII) I think you'll never understand, in frail Excuse for mebbe caring in a sense. I know you can't. Or what? Erst wont to thence Give mourners yes, my only Hope, where's bail 'Cept in the Word of God? And wherefore pale? Did I love aught down here? Ah me. Come hence You say? Forsooth. And yet. Oh vain pretense. Now learn what Mummy knew, and you'll not fail. Set your affections on the LORD. Weep fer Your loss, but seek His face Whose mercies new Each morning set you in the Way as twere. I have naught here indeed. Good. Now ensue The LORD Himself forever. Aught else poor, I do have Hope. And crying? Don't mind me. You? 19Jan16c
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
[Erm, Privy To My Lectures]
(sonnet #MMMMMCCCXCVIII) I think you'll never understand, in frail Excuse for mebbe caring in a sense. I know you can't. Or what? Erst wont to thence Give mourners yes, my only Hope, where's bail 'Cept in the Word of God? And wherefore pale? Did I love aught down here? Ah me. Come hence You say? Forsooth. And yet. Oh vain pretense. Now learn what Mummy knew, and you'll not fail. Set your affections on the LORD. Weep fer Your loss, but seek His face Whose mercies new Each morning set you in the Way as twere. I have naught here indeed. Good. Now ensue The LORD Himself forever. Aught else poor, I do have Hope. And crying? Don't mind me. You? 19Jan16c
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=59WV0BvKQzQ]*and wait, I still have my brothers and father.
#death#sonnet#sorrow#mum
JennyGordon
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JennyGordon
51/F/Bolingbrook, IL
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
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