[Romans 8:26]
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...)
Ask for mair hours, yet none exist, from whence
I settle to hang with the kittens, frail
As waiting, to discover late that they'll
Give me the half, so I'm back off to thence
'Non scrambling to be on the clock, which hence
I am ere long, yet lacking sleep's detail,
I'm far too shot to write. Guess I'll avail
Me on the morrow? No. The weekend's sense.
Oh Nash'nal Day of Prayr, I'm praying in tour,
And thankful for Thy mercies, LORD, e'er new
Each morning; but for these I've naught as twere,
Nor would be here. Midafternoon I'm through,
Free til the morrow, wait in vain; bestir
A pizza party just us, LORD, of You?
07May
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 11:35 AM UTC
[Romans 8:26]
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...)
Ask for mair hours, yet none exist, from whence
I settle to hang with the kittens, frail
As waiting, to discover late that they'll
Give me the half, so I'm back off to thence
'Non scrambling to be on the clock, which hence
I am ere long, yet lacking sleep's detail,
I'm far too shot to write. Guess I'll avail
Me on the morrow? No. The weekend's sense.
Oh Nash'nal Day of Prayr, I'm praying in tour,
And thankful for Thy mercies, LORD, e'er new
Each morning; but for these I've naught as twere,
Nor would be here. Midafternoon I'm through,
Free til the morrow, wait in vain; bestir
A pizza party just us, LORD, of You?
07May
It was tasty.
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