...that'd be useful.
(sonnet #thousands)
Put on the kettle and wash dishes, frail
Despite how many nights of slumber? Hence
I'll work oernight, this first shift chance gone thence
Until erm, Friday. Tigger, like t'avail
Slept in my spot all night? He'll hang to scale
With me, whiles I sip Barry's, like defense
Is where? Whenas my French press falls none fence
My way, all far from me. Thou grants me bail.
I'm dragging Monday's breakfast 'round in poor
'Scuse for the third day, cuz to eat won't do
Until yer break, two meals too much in tour
For thirty minutes. Stomach growling through
The hours my fare, he gets more bacon fer
His breakfast cuz mine old will do. Of You?
06May26a
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 11:24 AM UTC
...that'd be useful.
(sonnet #thousands)
Put on the kettle and wash dishes, frail
Despite how many nights of slumber? Hence
I'll work oernight, this first shift chance gone thence
Until erm, Friday. Tigger, like t'avail
Slept in my spot all night? He'll hang to scale
With me, whiles I sip Barry's, like defense
Is where? Whenas my French press falls none fence
My way, all far from me. Thou grants me bail.
I'm dragging Monday's breakfast 'round in poor
'Scuse for the third day, cuz to eat won't do
Until yer break, two meals too much in tour
For thirty minutes. Stomach growling through
The hours my fare, he gets more bacon fer
His breakfast cuz mine old will do. Of You?
06May26a
This 9-5 thing is a novelty I'm still adjusting to, crazily vanishing after Friday.
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