4th December, 2013

Sonnet 32
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En route a  Paris (for xth b'day)

Didn't choose  flight time read  for it's cover,

He's not the kind of guy you'd re-survey

When hoping for a mile high club lover.

Overnighters rock if your job's p/time,

Nae cash , but the mighty sword that's his pen

Compresses time; space and love to a rhyme:

Brummie Bill* - long dead prince among you men.

Sonnets revisited!  That's what I thought

Would help me to love in a middle age;

That and the Hermes souvenir he brought
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Home Duty Free (This season's "Equipage").

    He : There's no love "style" left alone can prove;

    She: This is proof you've still some left of love...


*The bard is thought to have come from Birmingham.