...but I'm so lost I've completely forgotten to quote John Greenleaf Whittier was it?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDXXXII)
Winds howl as blizzard snow flies whitely hence
While traffic becomes rare; the blanket's hale
And covers all until there is no trail
Left. If the powr blinks out lo, for intents
Our internet does also, whiles for sense
They now discuss the future--how to scale
T'will be worse in the wild, and that'd avail.
But I? Well, pray; be thankful...for what hence?
O, that the Scriptures are restored. And fer
The lack of online access, with the cue
It might be gone forever now? eat through
Some choc'late bar I'd saved, like tis not poor
To stuff your face with choc'late when in tour
Joys fail. Cuz after all--um...where are YOU?!
25Nov18b
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 5:40 PM UTC
...but I'm so lost I've completely forgotten to quote John Greenleaf Whittier was it?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDXXXII)
Winds howl as blizzard snow flies whitely hence
While traffic becomes rare; the blanket's hale
And covers all until there is no trail
Left. If the powr blinks out lo, for intents
Our internet does also, whiles for sense
They now discuss the future--how to scale
T'will be worse in the wild, and that'd avail.
But I? Well, pray; be thankful...for what hence?
O, that the Scriptures are restored. And fer
The lack of online access, with the cue
It might be gone forever now? eat through
Some choc'late bar I'd saved, like tis not poor
To stuff your face with choc'late when in tour
Joys fail. Cuz after all--um...where are YOU?!
25Nov18b
...scarce, as usual.
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