Can I plead that I don't know how...as poor as that excuse?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMLXXXII)
****** up the tea cups Dad gave me, to thence
Drop all to get a hold of him, t'avail--
His dear initials on those twa cups hale
Reminders of my father, in defense
Of all he's givn me, 'spite my follies, whence
O how we talk in lieu of breakfast's scale
Of nour'shment! Likeas when we could detail
Each other's eye and face--talk--for intents.
I knew he'd love the Calhoun County tour--
Twas all both he and Mum had cherished through
The years: secluded, off the grid as twere,
Nor with the city's echo, quite poor too.
It's just the money. What drove me to stir
Up independence was that cursed thing's cue.
22May19b
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC
Can I plead that I don't know how...as poor as that excuse?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMLXXXII)
****** up the tea cups Dad gave me, to thence
Drop all to get a hold of him, t'avail--
His dear initials on those twa cups hale
Reminders of my father, in defense
Of all he's givn me, 'spite my follies, whence
O how we talk in lieu of breakfast's scale
Of nour'shment! Likeas when we could detail
Each other's eye and face--talk--for intents.
I knew he'd love the Calhoun County tour--
Twas all both he and Mum had cherished through
The years: secluded, off the grid as twere,
Nor with the city's echo, quite poor too.
It's just the money. What drove me to stir
Up independence was that cursed thing's cue.
22May19b
Stinks I'm not back home with Dad...
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