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I was free as she lay,
we both mounted;
the day and the way we lay
with baited loin
were very merry,
the way my mare lay,
playing at supper:
a breast roasted.
I lay with pie.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 24 February 1659/60.
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heh! love this one too
Oh, thanks! I had my doubts about getting anything out of such a short entry, but all those “lay”s made it clear what I had to do. :)
Oh, yes. A favorite of mine, too!