This Side of the Sunset
Afore twilight winged bugs
Come to rest
On a gently rippling creek
Where placid mists acquiesced
And one horse carriages so sleek
Surrendered humanity’s finest
Midnight sons to seek
Their customary agonist
So renowned they were to sneak
Neither humility nor unheard cries
Echo past the shop displays
Beyond the attendant sunrise
An unsightly game
It remains the same
All in a daze
For everyone sighs
And closes his eyes
In so many ways
And in so many days
Society dies
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