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31.1.07Given I Can't Bear This, I'll Assume There's Every Chance You Won't Be Able To, Either'Good Fuck with Clarinda'
No! I'll take nothing else instead. There's no 'such' thing as second spring! I'll drink the rain for you, but better so to have to do, to make you make the bees sing, sucking, Or bald or big your head, I'll take the cup with you! If dawn is just a putting out of lights, and lights are lilies, I'll lay a bed for you. (That's 'how' Clarinda grew!) (That, too.) Neck-deep in daffodillies, in Barking or in Rutting, I'll take the cup with you! The stigma is a sex unsaid, the part that rings a happy ching! I'll ring a bell for you that seeds will wake and say you're who! who! who! raised the bluebells 'will' ring that, too-alive or half-dead, I'll take the cup with you! 30.1.07£100 for a Convincing Finish to This VerseI once met a Greek,
His name was Old-Dodgy-Knees; 25.1.07Agh(o)(a)st!It's been a good & Scottish past twenty-four hours this Burns Night, etc [but see below]: saw Camera Obscura last night, nicked a copy of Ramsay's shorter poems, &, appar(ent)(itional)ly, communed with the ghost of Rabbie himself such that I recalled from the other world the following occasional verse, suitable for about eight of eleven occasions that ask for verse:
Your Grace Some ca it law to abstain, and they drink nane stronger than rain; Say it be sin to have dinner— I dine wi sinners! 19.1.07Inky, Blinky, Pinky, & Clyde |
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