Diary of an Upstart Crow

Diary of an Upstart Crow i To waste the hours without fair reasonIn cakes & ale to drown thy demons‘Tis blackest bile & darkest capeThat stains this light – steals my fate A book of hours – my soul’s delightWhen rancid winds doth blow with spiteIf I should wait until the morrowCelestial skies mine onlyContinue reading “Diary of an Upstart Crow”

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