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Floreat Picca: Hoges : Jo Hogan, Inspired by Shakespeare: September 2018


Sonnet 1


My love is a fever, longing still


For that which longer nurseth the disease;


Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,


The uncertain sickly appetite to win a Premiership,


My reason my comrades, are for my gladiators in arms


Focused and Strong, so that our enemies prescriptions are not kept,


Black and White, in my veins, and I desperate now for another Premiership


Desire is the Holy Grail, The Silver Cup from which to drink victory


Past cure I am, no reason is past care


and frantic mad with ever more unrest


My thoughts and my discourse as madmans are,


At random from the truth vainly express’d;


For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,


Who art as black as hell and white as white


Floret Picca.


  1. Diana Carroll says

    Love it! Sums up our March to September longings so very well!

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