Belated Christmas letter

This year, trouble settled in with me, and I mourn the dying of tongues and ordinary doors. Time is no old token. I have lost friends and a calf’s head at cards.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 1 January 1660/61.

Dave Bonta

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This year, trouble
in with me, and I
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