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Once upon a time we had the hymnal propped by the kitchen sink so's I could learn; years later Mum would sing along with me, and now...I like never but once in a blue moon dare to sing aloud, for missing her to tears. (sonnet #MMMMMMCCXLVII) What's happened to--me?  Rainy hours detail Thet eye with silver's touch while green lawns fence The minutes fog obscures by vague suspense With softest carpets rolled out to avail, And I'm not erm, my own in sheer betrayl; Erst naked trees lost to mists' whitish sense Of yonder, I could shiver, and do hence, Cuz in a blink I'm his upon that scale. One comment like my wont five days ere, poor As what?  now he distracts aught hours 'til through Suggestion I am giggling, sober, tour His deepest sorrows, and maunt say he'd woo?! Of course, I'm better searching violets, fer All that.  Let purple wink low, saying we knew. 05Apr17b
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Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
So I Sang Loudly Oer the Dinner Dishes
Once upon a time we had the hymnal propped by the kitchen sink so's I could learn; years later Mum would sing along with me, and now...I like never but once in a blue moon dare to sing aloud, for missing her to tears. (sonnet #MMMMMMCCXLVII) What's happened to--me?  Rainy hours detail Thet eye with silver's touch while green lawns fence The minutes fog obscures by vague suspense With softest carpets rolled out to avail, And I'm not erm, my own in sheer betrayl; Erst naked trees lost to mists' whitish sense Of yonder, I could shiver, and do hence, Cuz in a blink I'm his upon that scale. One comment like my wont five days ere, poor As what?  now he distracts aught hours 'til through Suggestion I am giggling, sober, tour His deepest sorrows, and maunt say he'd woo?! Of course, I'm better searching violets, fer All that.  Let purple wink low, saying we knew. 05Apr17b
Hyacinths, violets are classically known along with purple as signifying sorrow, the former I've seen rendered as "hyacinth/ai/ai--" like wailing. And I love them, to be certain, or is that to say the least?
JennyGordon
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51/F/Bolingbrook, IL
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
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