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Around The Bend
Around The Bend
Up the road
I see it bend
Where my feet
So surely send
A body hurled
Towards its end
Up around the bend
From death
My lips do chap
To watch the cat
So closely nap
I, the mouse
Who’s come to tap
It sure to wake
And prowl again
But however unaware
With no thought
Of misplaced care
A shadow did declare
Its faith
Below the moon
For time wore down
The wishes
Like the wake
Of little fishes
Is there something
More delicious
Than the death
Of someone else
Copyright ©
William Blair
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