I’m almost drowning in a sonnet sea
My head is spinning and needs oxygen
Been transferring them all to this site, see,
And now I’m bloody sick of seeing them
But each one individually’s my friend
A relic of each day that I’ve lived through
Since September ’06, and though days end
A record of each one’s there to review
And what more do we have than our own view
In that blink of an eye, mortality
So, as with old photos, let’s look again
At how we felt, for memories are few,
Distorted, simplified, mere fantasy
But we can rely on what we wrote then
Mon 5 May 2008
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