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You are allowed to guffaw at me, considering what came before this. (sonnet #MMMMMMDCCCLXXXI) Snow.  Likeas if what, eh? mists' fragile veil Haunts gathring darkness as white caps from hence That thought of April in the wings, suspense Put back to sleep with frozen kisses' scale Of niceness was't?  Rain's tripping through t'avail Culled naked lawns in yellowed Death, which thence Are tucked 'neath that chill coverlid, and whence Straps on its boots 'gainst crunching forth, hope pale? Nah.  It is Janry still, and violets' tour Shall not be guaranteed until the dew Once more rests silver on green carpets fer Soft light and warmer hours lost under blue Skies nary iciness skulks in as twere. Tonight we'll shiver, glad the furnace knew. 14Jan18c
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
...and Our Dinner Heats
You are allowed to guffaw at me, considering what came before this. (sonnet #MMMMMMDCCCLXXXI) Snow.  Likeas if what, eh? mists' fragile veil Haunts gathring darkness as white caps from hence That thought of April in the wings, suspense Put back to sleep with frozen kisses' scale Of niceness was't?  Rain's tripping through t'avail Culled naked lawns in yellowed Death, which thence Are tucked 'neath that chill coverlid, and whence Straps on its boots 'gainst crunching forth, hope pale? Nah.  It is Janry still, and violets' tour Shall not be guaranteed until the dew Once more rests silver on green carpets fer Soft light and warmer hours lost under blue Skies nary iciness skulks in as twere. Tonight we'll shiver, glad the furnace knew. 14Jan18c
Talk about the landscape changing when your back was turned as it were, as if the world itself were your naughty child, was that?
#dinner#sonnet#snow#reflection#whatever#january
JennyGordon
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JennyGordon
51/F/Bolingbrook, IL
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
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