Life is like the verges
He said.
The sky is open, Rheumatic.
It spends and wades and flops upon the weary.
No time for minding.
This day cost me 70 pence and not time for minding.
We spent today thinking
About recapitulations
And things we'll never do.
Life is like the verges, he said.
And I said
Maybe today.
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