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Auden's Slippers

Richly stained with wine and gin
We are Auden's slippers
Ashes crumble on our toes
And sometimes something viscid

Splatters here. No small feat
Covering the corns of the great
Running around, all over town
Taking those awful trains!

Si, we'll survive the Master
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