Friday, May 09, 2008

just now

Sonnet Sonnet

eglogs, epytaphes
Barnabe Googe
dyzanes & syxaines
Turberuile to madrigal

will a quire of paper
praise of a lady
glad lyric hail
every line conteyning
rimes arranged according
undivided breath

he is a fool
who cannot one
(he is a fool
who's written two)

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