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Paddy O'Furnijur, Village Souse
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Paddy O'Furnijur, Village Souse
1 month ago

To kind friends and absent companions.
Prayers for an ease to your burdens.

ThePlagueFairy
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1 month ago

Thank you for your prayers, Paddy’O Dear. They are much appreciated. I hope I’m awake enough to join The Wheel tomorrow. There were several things from today that I wish to comment upon. And, I miss you all! Especially Gentle Mac because it’s so rare for us to be on the threads at the same time that I gather those times up and treasure them jealously.

ThePlagueFairy
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1 month ago

Sonnet IIII: Liquid Sorrow

Too well, he knew; did Baudelaire, my twin
Of spirit, forebear of my soul; and knew,
As only he, my dearest poet, grew
To know; this drink was fine, as knew he sin.

So I thereof proclaim to thee, who’s been
My sweetest love, as my devoted, who
For all thy sorrow; as my servant, do
Afore the morrow; as my slave: Begin;

Goe; bring thou me that nectar of my soul,
That finest thing of sweetest Xerex grape,
And wilt thou see, I shall become returned
As he, who thou admirest, the whole
Of me, thy bliss desirest, as burned
Thine heart; and nary, snared as this, escape.

David Emeron
8/15/2014
https://davidemeron.com/2014/08/15/sonnet-iv/