Esprit de corps

Dave BontaCheerful

We all went into the thorn together—a great pleasure. We prepared breakfast for thirteen guns—a pleasure. How the ship went through the dark and rain! A pleasure. We entered into a dispute: a guard came to examine our mirth with our most abominable lodging.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 17 January 1660/61.

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