erasure of a page from Pepys' diary

[I went to Twickenham to sit
I went to Twickenham to think
alone in a closet
I played on my flageolet
till the bell-man came by with his bell
and left my wife and the maid a-washing still.]

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 16 January 1659/60.

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