Silent drunk

Dave BontaContemplative

I lost my labor to the war, my time to bed, my place to a store of wine. What a sad story! I make one good thing: a great quiet.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 14 October 1661.

Dave Bonta

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I lost my to the war,

my time to bed, my

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