Wednesday, March 4, 2015

A Sonnet Written By A Person Dying Of Cholera In 19th Century London Comments

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There’s an invisible nuisance making the rounds,
You can hear it the awful retching sounds,
Smell it on the lips made a blue grey quake,
Feel it in the dry, rough wheeze it makes,
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Civ Clegg
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