I have had too much, but still need to write
My sonnet diary, so I'll do my best
To write, after a leaving do, alright
A normal morning, followed by the rest
A few drinks, weak bitter and lager, yes
In the Ape and Apple, not a great place
But it was a good day, nevertheless
Various people I spoke to, in that space
So much I learn, so much in every case
And now I write this, in the midst of night
As the time motions me toward my rest
There needs to be a certain sense of haste
But above all, it needs to be just right
And that has been achieved, so I have guessed
Thur 17 April
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