Proverbial (4)

Knock on a clock, owe an owl.

A sage and an owl meet where a light is out.

Never was a house pleased with the arms that hang there.

We die in fear, not for mirth’s sake.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 8 April 1661.

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

Knock on a , owe an owl.

A sage and an owl meet where a is out.

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