Here is a little something to keep my otherwise ruined little blog in the scheme of things, that exist.
A little something without the usual fatalism present in my other posts:
Zeitgeist
There once was a time
When we skipped along
To the beat
of that placid tune
Its been so long, Yet
We can still be found
while the rest
have all moved away
maybe its true
What the young ones say
why do in march
what you may do, in May
A sonnet is a sonnet
You, call it what you want
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