Spell for the MSM
in the green room a talking head was fallen dead to see brotherly love come to something
his stomach had a fit he was ready to weep pale and melancholy but began to bark
so I find sand for him to carry in his pocket to carry him down into a well
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 7 February 1667.
Dave Bonta
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