a sort of treason fills each heart
against the odds we feel the lack
of strength in shoulder and in back
believing that we should soon start
we learn that we have lost the track
a sort of treason fills each heart
we take results in no good part
long time we gave good sense the sack
and now we face the lash and rack
a sort of treason fills each heart
17 June 2007
a burnt-out case
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