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The piers are pummelled by the waves; In a lonely field the rain Lashes and abandoned train; Outlaws fill the mountain caves. Fantastic grow the evening gowns; Agenst of the Fisc pursue Absconding tax-defaulters through The sewers of provincial towns. Private rites of magic send The temple prostitutes to sleep; All the literati keep An imaginary friend. Cerebrotonic Cato may Extol the Ancient Disciplines, But the muscle-bound Marines Mutiny for food and pay. Caesar's double-bed is warm As an unimportatnt clerk Writes I DO NOT LIKE MY WORK On a pink official form. Unendowed with wealth or pity Little birds with scalet legs, Sitting on their speckled eggs, Eye each flu-infected city. Altogether elsewhere, vast Herds of reindeer move across Miles and miles of golden moss, Silently and very fast. Submitted by shadowfax
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