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Desire and All the sweet pulsing aches And gentle hurtings That were you, Are gone into the sullen dark.
Soldiers never do die well; Crosses mark the places— Wooden crosses where they fell, Stuck above their faces. Soldiers pitch and cough and twitc…
In the rain in the rain in the rai… Does it rain in Spain? Oh yes my dear on the contrary and… The dancers dance in long white pa… It isn’t right to yence your aunts
The age demanded that we sing And cut away our tongue. The age demanded that we flow And hammered in the bung. The age demanded that we dance
If my Valentine you won’t be, I’ll hang myself on your Christma…
There was a cat named Crazy Chris… Who never lived long enough to scr… He was gay hearted, young and hand… And all the secrets of life he kne… He would always arrive on time for…
Workingmen believed He busted trusts, And put his picture in their windo… 'What he’d have done in France!' They said.
A porcupine skin, Stiff with bad tanning, It must have ended somewhere. Stuffed horned owl Pompous
So now, Losing the three last night, Taking them back today, Dripping and dark the woods . . .
Men went happily to death But they were not the men Who marched For years Up to the line.
I like Canadians. They are so unlike Americans. They go home at night. Their cigarettes don’t smell bad. Their hats fit.
Never trust a white man, Never kill a Jew, Never sign a contract, Never rent a pew. Don’t enlist in armies;
I’m off’n wild wimmen An Cognac An Sinnin’ For I’m in loOOOOOOOve.
They sucked us in; King and country, Christ Almighty And the rest. Patriotism,
Some came in chains Unrepentant but tired. Too tired but to stumble. Thinking and hating were finished Thinking and fighting were finishe…