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Tis hereditary, I assure ye; the only question is whether the series of strokes which very nearly took Mum 8 years too early were from the aspirin she took for hers whereas she trained me to avoid drugs of any sort except Daddy taught me to love black tea and coffee. (sonnet #MMMMMMMMMMX) Frost twinkles in morn's golden eye, a sense Of hope awak'ning in that keen detail, Where soft blue heavns sport white fluffs gone on sail Without a care, if only. How from hence A headache nags like tis passé as thence Is't true?! I drank a bunch of coffee, frail As rarely drinking joe, like that'd avail, Yet nothing seems to own, is it defense? My colleague has twa plastic cups in tour Frae Starbucks, so I tell him of stars to Be gained in rather using your ain fer Aught drink; tell him of "red cup day" next too, Til by the time we'd part he'd quite concur. Night watches as I leave. LORD, I need You. 03Dec24
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Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 2:40 PM UTC
So, Tis December and My Head Hurts
Tis hereditary, I assure ye; the only question is whether the series of strokes which very nearly took Mum 8 years too early were from the aspirin she took for hers whereas she trained me to avoid drugs of any sort except Daddy taught me to love black tea and coffee. (sonnet #MMMMMMMMMMX) Frost twinkles in morn's golden eye, a sense Of hope awak'ning in that keen detail, Where soft blue heavns sport white fluffs gone on sail Without a care, if only. How from hence A headache nags like tis passé as thence Is't true?! I drank a bunch of coffee, frail As rarely drinking joe, like that'd avail, Yet nothing seems to own, is it defense? My colleague has twa plastic cups in tour Frae Starbucks, so I tell him of stars to Be gained in rather using your ain fer Aught drink; tell him of "red cup day" next too, Til by the time we'd part he'd quite concur. Night watches as I leave. LORD, I need You. 03Dec24
Now, my favourite reason for posting this particular sonnet is how hilarious it is in an exposé of yours truly. Laugh at me?
JennyGordon
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Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 2:40 PM UTC
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