8461. IN A DUCAL MAN'S MANNER

IN A DUCAL 

MAN'S MANNER

Half this crown is the harlot's host  - 

they're out there in the Route One Motel.

I singed their candle when it burned at

both ends, went up to Linden, and 

walked back again. For all that,

now, I've got nothing but time.

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This elixir is a magic foil, she's

pleading with me to drink. I no 

longer ache, and I can breath again.
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I ask, 'Now?' She says, 'When?'