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Therefore Sisters Therefore sisters now begin With time-locked heel To mourn the vanishing and mewing; Taboo becomes obscene from too much wooing: Glory rots, like any other green. Therefore daughters of the Gwash Look not for Orpheus the swan Nor wash The Traveller his boot Both are gone. 82
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Laughing Lamentations Lord, what is man, that he was once your brag? A spawling job of flesh with off-set thumb. Grown so insolent he lifts his leg Upon the running sessions of his tomb. And where’s the black purse was his mother’s bag? (It coined his faces, both sides, good and ill,) Why round his neck it bangs for begging bread, Her Merry thought? The skipjack of the kill. 83

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Laughing Lamentations

Lord, what is man, that he was once your brag? A spawling job of flesh with off-set thumb. Grown so insolent he lifts his leg Upon the running sessions of his tomb. And where’s the black purse was his mother’s bag? (It coined his faces, both sides, good and ill,) Why round his neck it bangs for begging bread, Her Merry thought? The skipjack of the kill.

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