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Tuesday, April 15, 2008

A silly li'l sonnet

She's sleeping when i leave
i'm a'bed when she crashes home
lying together, we live alone
Thus like one bereaved
A widower i grieve
as each day has flown
and we toil on our own
to her memory i cleave

To Hope, to Hope i'll cling
And throw off this hapless rider
May tomorrow's sunrise bring
An end to all our wrang-a-ling
And i'll wake up right beside her
and till it set to her i'll cling

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