Sick

Dave BontaCheerful

This morning, a whore; this afternoon, music. I was sick in the evening. At night, while my lord was at supper, I went to bed, to bed, to bed.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 10 May 1660.

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