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I Had a Row With Fate

She would not yield I could not bend Though I died from the bout. Go tell it on the radio We are thoughts and actions The talk between rarely counts Ws are extremes all This world has an edge There, all things come to end No one finds it till they fall Off the sharp slithering bay I was hoarse with weeping Fate had broken my spine She stood astride my chest She would spit in my face Saw me look up her gaping skirt Caught the mockery in my dimming eyes And bolted away in shame My last-breath=cackle chasing True,I had a scrap with ugly Fate But won the duel clean and fair When I died fighting

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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