if you have measured breath in weight of goldno one has spoken of the need for hastenor of the reasons why the flock were chasedout of safe shelter back into the coldsuch a short time ago now just enrolledin this man's army and out on the wastenot one of us but knows we are disgracedby this sad service and now you are toldsay this when time returns you to your placein the long record of the failing yearsthat we have done our task and gone our waysaid our defiant words right to your facecast off our clothes and let loose our tearsbut never once have we refused our pay
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
18 October 2008
now down below
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