My window was infinite as a ring.
My head ached.
Sitting backwards, I heard a dove
speak with the day.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 20 April 1660.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
My window was infinite as a ring.
My head ached.
Sitting backwards, I heard a dove
speak with the day.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 20 April 1660.
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