I once
promised myself
That is not
now likely to happen
I can see
only the window
Capital, some
people will tell you
It would be divided
equally
Generation
after generation
Let us take
up obscure cases.
I can feel certain
miserable days
Going over
to sit inhabited good shots
Traditions
for irregulars
Black
leather walked with the old days
Entered
their mess, possession of the
White heart
races
Never told
the burdensome of necessity
Dull his
hearts passion with jealously
Clearly
gallant captain hate
On the verge
of wishing ways
Shocked
silence –
A blackguarded
to self-respect
It is the
kind of screw
introduced
by
turning
Into the
world
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