...the sages taught.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMXXII)
Tis all a paltry jest whose sweet pretense
I cherished more than due, although sans bail
Thy Scriptures oer and oer instruct t'avail
My soul to not love aught here; all I'd thence
Laugh 'bout and think t'extole as being fr'intents
Tops, waxing thin in retrospect's detail,
And to the moment's shining face, til frail
Joys mock "...their own presage--" is't lo,from hence?
She wants to go out for um, coffee. Her
Idea, not mine, when it comes down unto
The point of which cafe. And that's good too.
But most joe is not worth the price, in poor
'Scuse. She does not care. 'Nother friend in tour
Will hook me with her cousin, when? He'll woo?!
29Apr19b
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 11:12 PM UTC
...the sages taught.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMXXII)
Tis all a paltry jest whose sweet pretense
I cherished more than due, although sans bail
Thy Scriptures oer and oer instruct t'avail
My soul to not love aught here; all I'd thence
Laugh 'bout and think t'extole as being fr'intents
Tops, waxing thin in retrospect's detail,
And to the moment's shining face, til frail
Joys mock "...their own presage--" is't lo,from hence?
She wants to go out for um, coffee. Her
Idea, not mine, when it comes down unto
The point of which cafe. And that's good too.
But most joe is not worth the price, in poor
'Scuse. She does not care. 'Nother friend in tour
Will hook me with her cousin, when? He'll woo?!
29Apr19b
NOTE: by Thursday PM, I am heartily ashamed of THIS. Her husband is dying of cancer. I want to weep inconsolably.
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