Monday, December 30, 2013

Poem 090, Sonnet 42: The Scare Comments

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Sweet Mother, there is nothing I can tell,
My love is past the bound’ries of expression
And if I lisp, my terms are ill digression
A stray account of me, a wasted yell,
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