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Fare Dinkum
. for public domain
My thoughts scattered,
my soul leaned toward
running on a Roman sword.
The enemy,
a futile life,
recoiled from this soldier's knife.
"Come live this way,"
the beckoned plea.
(Live less than you are, they mean.)
Oblivion
awaits us all.
I'll own my end, not the less.
Copyright ©
William Coyne
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