This morning, the Lord
sent me a bill
for the wine.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 31 March 1660.
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The perfect hangover poem, hangovers being quite certainly the same now as in 1660 – I just love this project more and more.
Thanks, Jean. I was thinking of communion wine, but I think you’re right — this works better as a hangover poem.