Nameless, Blamesless, fearless, worthless, nevertheless;
At the editor's desk to resport your muse,
But in the twenty-third year with your love!
For the rain came in and washed out your nakedness with joy;
And the muse of love spread allnover you.
Overnight stops,
Prescribed,
And written down in book!
But you falied to answer my calls;
And like the muse of love in the land of joy.
Rule, mule, crew, screw, few, dew, hew, dole!
Little by little and step by step;
And like noble men and women beside the common people of the land,
But blameless in the name of this war around you!
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