Tuesday, June 13, 2017

9637. TOO PURELY CIRCUMSPECT

TOO PURELY CIRCUMSPECT
Oh the gladiator has the new-found land, 
the pistol has the cannon. Everything else
was left alone  -  like a fire, burning on Mars. 
So, my little one, and gracious of heart, 
come along with me to see. We can shuffle
the hides of the cummerbund, walking past 
graveyards and skating on sun, going with 
glee to some Blakean land and never having 
again to ask, 'Little lamb, who made thee?'

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