A taste of her own medicine

I take a pill for a wife a pretty lady made of loss and ash

what a fable this is getting her out of the way to drink

O door without a house door gone like a pill

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 24 May 1663.

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

I take a pill for a

a lady made of loss and ash

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