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St. George And The Dragon

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Shadows fell on indispensable hopes and grace.
All of our inherited clemency cowered;
and the currency of hopes was almost over,
the hopes that had overlapped one another like tiles.
Yet hopes lived on like the scent of fornication;
even when I kind of felt my nerves were
benumbed with cold amnesia, I thought -
despair's a lubber's loom jabbering away.

Not for a moment did I stop anyone weaving
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Saturday, August 27, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: dragon
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