Completely Strange
Not any longer a trace
On Clement’s Peace Maker’s face
Of a once-waiting warm Grace
That would up a cold heart brace
And it ready for embrace.
When Clement unrolls his pace
On the next man urges race
Of one facing a fierce chase
One must beat to win one’s case!
A picture completely strange,
No more familiar the change;
A Time Bomb of a Mind
Now a full hour behind!
Clement no more his paths finds,
Clement’s hands and feet he binds;
Now an awkward lizard’s nod
For opinions he’d judged odd
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