Queen-sized

Dave BontaCheerful

Ribs under other people’s hands, we could not dress ourselves, queen that we were. The king? With him we could hardly get any sleep, he being a bad bed.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 22 October 1660.

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