Naught To Be
A Cooling Poem
A Brief Fascicle; On the Blight of Thursdays ever thence
©Joanie Adams — Joanie Adams; Gift A Tea: https://ko-fi.com/joanieadamms
Time — ‘twill away the time;
Oh, my subtle mistress in words,
Dining upon my wherefores,
Eagerly placing to my why —
Time — ’twas a ruminant thing;
Oh, blessed be, the happy day,
When I was mellow,
Thence I became golden-brown —
Time — to be, had me at her;
A loving that shan’t ever be revealed,
For she has lorded over me,
The distance in which I cannot touch —
Time — to be grateful, to vengeful;
Oh, rejoice on the eager folly,
Of bright men and erstwhile urchins,
To be or not, questions them still —
Time — that to be thence, and all;
That is all, and to be cooling,
It is a method I behold so strongly,
Ever thence, thereon!
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Ever yours; The Doctor [Adams]
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