That Flesh Is Grass Is Now As Clear As Day Poem by Thomas Hood

That Flesh Is Grass Is Now As Clear As Day

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“That flesh is grass is now as clear as day,
To any but the merest purblind pup,
Death cuts it down, and then, to make her hay,
My Lady B-- comes and rakes it up.”

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Dr Antony Theodore 17 June 2020

Death cuts it down, and then, to make her hay, My Lady B- comes and rakes it up.” short and sweet and meaningful. tony

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