Treasure Island

Konstantinos Mark


Many Matters Steeped


...Many matters steeped- yellowed...
play the day...inasmuch made as what
play the body.
Tho'...there's will beyond day and
body...to be done...where day outgrew
body, body...day.
Particulars ironed out, at arm's length...
one Adam...ruddy eorthe...reaching...
many matters steeped- blackened...
play the night...inasmuch made as what
play the body.
Nightlong-Daylong- the more, supervised
play by...One at One with Will...
tho' seconded...done.
That it were, yet is...done, done, DONE!

Submitted: Monday, November 25, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 26, 2013

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  • Bri Edwards (11/27/2013 6:22:00 PM)

    i'm almost as afraid to say thanks for sharing as i am afraid to look at your photo again! yikes! ! :)

    but, you look pretty good for...........what is it...98 years old? (Report) Reply

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