There IS a reason we're told to beware of what we...everything, really.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMLXXXVIII)
Swear off the pleasures I knew ere cuz thence
I'm too, what, eh? beleaguered to avail
Me of indulgence, yes. No choc'late, pale
As loving oft to nibble it fr'intents
Home in my father's house. And thus, what hence?
The id'ot box passe, I'd in betrayl
Now clean forgot the litrature's detail
Which shaped my thoughts and manners, yea, my sense.
Take oh, the lux'ry of an essay fer
Lo, minutes on familiar turf I knew
Weeks, months, so many years ago as twere
Likeas my other "food," and what ah, to
Effect? As if my thinking clears in poor
'Scuse for brief seconds, oh how sweet tis too!
24May19d
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 11:50 PM UTC
There IS a reason we're told to beware of what we...everything, really.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMLXXXVIII)
Swear off the pleasures I knew ere cuz thence
I'm too, what, eh? beleaguered to avail
Me of indulgence, yes. No choc'late, pale
As loving oft to nibble it fr'intents
Home in my father's house. And thus, what hence?
The id'ot box passe, I'd in betrayl
Now clean forgot the litrature's detail
Which shaped my thoughts and manners, yea, my sense.
Take oh, the lux'ry of an essay fer
Lo, minutes on familiar turf I knew
Weeks, months, so many years ago as twere
Likeas my other "food," and what ah, to
Effect? As if my thinking clears in poor
'Scuse for brief seconds, oh how sweet tis too!
24May19d
There's nothing quite like whom you associate with...eh?
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