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That Cradle Of Wood, That Cart Of Clay
In The Game Of Their Feministic Sham(e)
In The Wounded Womb Of Aging Earth
Whose Shadow Lingers In The Mist
When Zephyr Shook The Town’s Ennui
When Flags Shroud Sons In Body-Bags
The Longest Shadow Of A Man
A River Bleeds All Thru The Night
Splintered Nerves Held By Vain Vein
The Spuds We Stew In Deep Dark Rum
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