Sunday, December 29, 2013

Poem 044, Sonnet 16: No Spring Comments

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Alack! There is no spring for me, alack!
My heart is sunken still in wintry slumbers,
Interred beneath the folds of cold Decembers,
How can a digit on some almanac
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Samer Madbak
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