*This just 30 hours after that initial "Hello, I'm--"...and I can hardly think straight to even compose.
L14 is an inside joke.
(sonnet #MMMMMMDXLIII)
I never had a sister, that detail
Of best friend whom your clothes and secrets thence
Shares ah, my mother. Yet for our defense
She taught my brothers and I to avail
Ourselves of aye, each other for that bail
As dearest friends than else. Now for good sense
Whileas you turn my world for aught intents
Quite upside-down--you say we're friends to scale.
I love my friends from poetry as twere,
My brothers dearest as Mum taught, but you?
"What do you mean 'I love you.'?" like tis poor.
Sure, we don't share um, clothes nor lines, but to
A fault you turn me to the LORD. Love's fer
All that what friends do, and I like you too.
07Aug17a
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC
*This just 30 hours after that initial "Hello, I'm--"...and I can hardly think straight to even compose.
L14 is an inside joke.
(sonnet #MMMMMMDXLIII)
I never had a sister, that detail
Of best friend whom your clothes and secrets thence
Shares ah, my mother. Yet for our defense
She taught my brothers and I to avail
Ourselves of aye, each other for that bail
As dearest friends than else. Now for good sense
Whileas you turn my world for aught intents
Quite upside-down--you say we're friends to scale.
I love my friends from poetry as twere,
My brothers dearest as Mum taught, but you?
"What do you mean 'I love you.'?" like tis poor.
Sure, we don't share um, clothes nor lines, but to
A fault you turn me to the LORD. Love's fer
All that what friends do, and I like you too.
07Aug17a
Oops, I just ran through the old nursery rhyme "..sittin' in a tree--" honestly it's funny how in a blink you captivate every spare minute.
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