sonnet monkey manuscripts
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Thursday, March 20, 2008
His Institution
I had no more that he can heal for tis his institution
and of truth until it proclaimed him a crumb;
Her little figure at the hint,
a spider sewed at night unto the summer laughed �
You left for me almost a powdered footman
I left the place for me.
