“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Sunday, April 5, 2020
Hades hand-basket
One basket for All
Eggs, incubating too much
heat with Entropy
And it could happen,
And it did
Worse than we
Suspected it
Could
Do-
No more
Harm or foulness
than the
Fear hath
Undone.
Painting by Alice Pike Barney (1857-1931), 'Girl with basket' c. 1888 in Public domain.
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