Transcendental Sonnet #947:
Sunday Afternoon by the Plaza Fountain
I sold another book today hip hip hooray
I went downtown and I think I might have sold two
And now it could be three if I sold one to you
I had to get coffee I was getting sleepy
And also I was beginning to get weepy
As I do on Sundays before I hear from she
Who is my muse my love the very life of me
But it will be Monday morning there come midnight
Till then I'll have to hope and pray that she's all right
Or at least may God grant it that she is still there
There is one loss left to me I could never bear
And that would be to be without my butterfly
My so sad so sick Silke Shining in the Sky
How it breaks my heart that this bright angel must cry!
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+Steven Curtis Lance
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