Don't ask me.
(sonnet #MMMMMDCCXCIV)
Not mine. As if a stranger passing thence
From who-knows-where to whither, aught detail
Is like the accents you'll set to avail
Along with artwork for that ***** sense,
Just items in a world that's lost from hence
Its varnish. His bare room decked on that scale
With table, chairs and knick-knacks, in betrayl
Wood toilet seat's in pieces for pretense.
Tis naked. Yes, he's glad to see me fer
Old times--"Erm [smiling] what's your name 'gain? You--
You're so familiar--" I laugh, to assure
Him's fine, aye tease him. Yet why does th'ado,
Though fun as ever, strip the dream as twere
Of all its trappings? Robt, I love you too.
23Jul16c
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
Don't ask me.
(sonnet #MMMMMDCCXCIV)
Not mine. As if a stranger passing thence
From who-knows-where to whither, aught detail
Is like the accents you'll set to avail
Along with artwork for that ***** sense,
Just items in a world that's lost from hence
Its varnish. His bare room decked on that scale
With table, chairs and knick-knacks, in betrayl
Wood toilet seat's in pieces for pretense.
Tis naked. Yes, he's glad to see me fer
Old times--"Erm [smiling] what's your name 'gain? You--
You're so familiar--" I laugh, to assure
Him's fine, aye tease him. Yet why does th'ado,
Though fun as ever, strip the dream as twere
Of all its trappings? Robt, I love you too.
23Jul16c
This is the section where I elucidate is it? Sorry. Or wait...never underestimate the fuel every stinkin' bit of life provides when I is a sonneteer. Haha.
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