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Fog, smoke, pale Bath and Portland stone

Cobbles and paving, timber rare

Pubs, clubs, Underground, tones

Football, tea, London fair

Fair, yet not fair

The great Cesspool

Avoided by many but for business

No ill will harboured.

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Mid-night, apt time for the academic

Slaving o'er his tomes of arcane lore

Memories buried; Homeric.

In the River Styx, gotten no more

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Iuly, of Iulius; no soul dare bar

His research, fear rules the heart.

Ianuary, of Ianus, logic fails the Star

His mind, insecure as the passing dart

Tick-tock, tick-tock

A dip, eyes lidded. 'Another minute', says he, 'ere I am to sleep'

Rises, but to fall, spilling the ink

Visions; a shepherd guiding his sheep

He rouses not, left there to think

Tick-tock, tick-tock

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ÞE LORDE bi mi ſcepherd, ic ſhalle not wantte

HE makeþ mi to ly doune in grene paſtures: HE leedeþ mi beſide þe ſtyll wateres

HE reſtoreþ mi Soul: HE leadeþ mi in þe paþes of ryȝtenoueſs for HISSE names ſake.

Yea, þouȝe ic walke þrouȝ þe vally of þe ſcadoue of deaþ, ic wille fere no euil: for ÞOU art with mi; y rodde ⁊ Þ ſtaff HI comferte mi.

ÞOU prepereſt a table before mi in þe preſence of myne enemyes: ÞOU anoynteſt mi headde wiþ oyl; mi cup runneth ouer.

Surely godneſs ⁊ merci ſhall folloue mi al þe dais of mi life: ⁊ ic will duell in þe houſe of þe LORDE for euer.

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Requiescat in pace.

[joxhdraws]

Making people happy not only is his passion, but his job!

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I had initially thought about that one emotional support dog tf comic, and look what was next

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Hidden self, lashing out

Purple bunny haunts me

I just want to be left alone

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O Love, thou art of Man's curs'd brood

Present in nature one place just

In peace of mind if not in mood

I shall in it put zero trust

Of men and men but do I sing

The Church shall hate my love and taste

Without the Church shall I have wing

Yet looks it long I shall be chaste

Have I words aplenty to spare

'Tis blank, none I to write for you

Unable I am, good to share

The Sun shall rise yet, long past due

To whom I write, still I know not

To Life, it may be, this poor jot

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Poetry of Poe for me

Shakespeare, Milton, Davies three

Chronic reading passes the time

'Till comes the cursèd chime

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I don't really draw, but here's something of mine.

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Your fur is so soft

Otter and fox together

'Tis but fantasy

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Little something I wrote. Not personal, kinda random.

Your scent in my nose

Your ring on my finger

Your grave in my eyes

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Noble bloode, thy honour be o ſo crude

Oncekingly,nowtintedbyſomeporchetes

& they prouled our the ald Roman brod

Blodied dagers mark vniust killers' ſeets

Shouting 'libertie', loudlie, braſs and glee

O iustice, thou art loſt to the pour ſoules!

Liberatores , theie doo claimme to be

Vſurpers of the anchente Romane ſtolles

Teror is wrot for ther crul power brought

Iniuste thou art, horridde beeſts of terror

Of the Republick, all ſhall be but taughte

Noble bloode ſpylt ſhall be the final error

Ye but faithful, thou art ſloulie ſloghtered

Enuius feer thy brutiſh hearts haue ſtired