#ihappilydont
Telling one of my older brothers about it all, from last Fall's shenanigans to now, he said, "it's sad."
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCLXIII)
Not when a summer's lengthy hours avail,
But now the blackness of night's cooler sense
Culls crickets to play serenades frogs thence
Reply in bass notes to, write in betrayl.
As Mozart's timeless strains lend that detail
Of class I did not feel ere, and lo, hence
A notion of too many years 'go, whence
I nestle like I"m twenty' gain, what's bail?
Joe's contact info. Ha. What is that fer,
Eh? I've called twice, to tell him of it to
His face ("yes, if I'm gone to bed--") and were
La, texting useful, I have done that too.
Oh silence! Friday evening's late, and's poor
To harp on that. But how I miss who'd woo.
30Jun17b
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 8:00 PM UTC