Provisioning

White winter: a mine of nothing, a great iron book.

I dine alone with the lord of paint and send to Africa for gold ore.

I do not find my fair late wife.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 3 October 1660.

Dave Bonta

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White winter: a mine of ,

a iron book.

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