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Sonnets

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Thu, 18 Dec 2008 at 12:26am

Damnbrosia

There's nothing in which I take more delight, than to observe the twinkle in your eye, when you're chancing upon an idea bright, or when your mind is following the why. But through that mind another goes, beyond the gate 'twixt blood and brain, transgress the line, that lucid people often find their bond, to make your thoughts a little less divine. But mine gets thick with ev'ry foot you print, and as our relative diffr'ence increased, I saw more farm and grim than fair and hint... and you in social lubricant were greased. So after time I see you end your feast, but there's no beauty any-more, just beast.