The snows of yesteryear

Dave BontaEftertänksam

This is no winter in which I am snow under the barber’s hand

but a sack of hard time, late and gone. I read a clock with pleasure after that.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 3 December 1660.

Dave Bonta

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under the hand
but a sack of hard ,
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