Grownup

When I was a boy we used to play at sea, that first music. So has business taken me from all my former delights.

I am quit of any obligation to my missing key. My hand writes me from the country of temper.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 1 September 1662.

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

When I was a boy we used to

at sea, that first .

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