Hands

Dave BontaCheerful

my hands all morning meet to put things in order

grow fat with content and love a falling out

like the lord and lady of a nothing little town

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 27 September 1662.

Dave Bonta

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my hands all meet
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