sonnet 1

a ride in the village together
has to be to town
reacting to the weather
as always coming down
or next to your neighbour
the face gets set in stone
and whatever labor
sits best quite left alone
you see you fit
and to echo the story
just off a bit
by god’s glory
the big cheese
must sneeze

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