Cheeky Missy

Go Figure

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Lo, After Nightmares and \'Spite Crippling Pain

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Pink mingled with soft peach, \'non sifting thence

Through fast-closed blinds \'til thunder\'s rumbling hail

Demur, yields up to rain whose sweet detail

And tender solace to my soul beg whence,

Whileas it draws me from beyond the sense

Of now to is\'t etern\'ty? as\'t avail.

Oh give me Thy peace, LORD, to rule, the veil

Twixt now and Thee thin, oh Thou my defense.

How Autumn\'s yellow leaves half wink in tour

To me across the rolling valley through

These half-oped blinds, \'non whisp\'ring Death astir

Now tis the last week of September, blue

Heav\'ns seeming faded, til joy waxes poor,

Or else, with glitt\'ring eyes haunts all, as\'t woo.

25Sep23

I don\'t know how to excuse this, it\'s just...what is?

One Year \'Go I Was Just As Mis\'rable

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What is September that I\'m screwed sans bail

Each year is it? Wherefore?! Have I defense?

How sunny blue heav\'ns warmly bathe these hence

Foresworn green vistas of last season, frail

Chill why folk now wear hoodies as leaves trail

Our paths to yonder with a haunting sense

The game\'s nigh over ere we thought pretense

Was real. Red winks covertly, like t\'avail.

What gives, that smiles fade ere I\'ve worn as t\'were

Their cheery theme five seconds? what weighs through

Long hours upon me til I canna stir

Aught joy, \'cept it is poor? Watch others do

Up pizza parties, laughing. Nor demure

Nor happy, what am I to know is true?

25Sep24