In the Sack

erasure of a page from Samuel Pepys' diary

[In the sack, I speak with the Lord,
nothing that my head would house for free;
fill the old thinking cup with cribbage.
My singing proves a very bad wind.]

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 2 January 1659/60 (Yes, this is going to be a series, I think)

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