Today; o day; day; ay; y

Today is a day of work I shan’t shirk.

O day is an extra special day of love: mebbe one even manage to make.

Day is the name of my first lover ever: a memory which then touched me grave, and still will remind.

Ay is the word I’d love you to use in answer to a question far too precious to abuse: “Will you ever consent to see me again?”

Y is the word which has governed my life: from beginning to end; from tend to untend; from before I met you grand on Bloomsday last year to this curious after time that’s 

changed me so fine;

and redeemed me;

and seamed me;

and happy me

rhymed …

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