moments,
memory’s ashes
withered
in my arms
sweet
strange promise
a
gift my friend
serious
not long ago
It
wasn’t a fair thing.
then
lie it all right.
it’s easy enough to say:
there are others.
Look
here, fellows,
Now
listen to me
We'll
use it
We
can and we will,
"I
have said it."
"Think
it over,"
"Confound
it!"
Impress
it
"It
won't do,"
should
it come to that!
"I
don't care,” we’ll say.
we’ll
look mildly surprised
at
nothing but empty air
mark
thee in succession
it
won’t work on me
Hang
that fellow
If he is alive he may
be.
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