Into winter

My vision is going. I hear a devilish tongue— cold as a tumor, vinegar boiled till thick. I put on my coat and do not put it off again till spring.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 18 October 1661.

Dave Bonta

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My is going. I hear

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