Yorick - Poem by David McLansky
Do I only shine when I praise
In liquid lines on cloudy days;
Am I jester playing court
Frantic, antic in retort.
Or am I he that draws a smile
From your turret seen a mile
Astride a donkey's canting run;
The secret lover in the sun.
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