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Desire and All the sweet pulsing aches And gentle hurtings That were you, Are gone into the sullen dark.
I’m off’n wild wimmen An Cognac An Sinnin’ For I’m in loOOOOOOOve.
I like Canadians. They are so unlike Americans. They go home at night. Their cigarettes don’t smell bad. Their hats fit.
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
For we have thought the longer tho… And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devils’ tune… Shivering home to pray; To serve one master in the night,
Never trust a white man, Never kill a Jew, Never sign a contract, Never rent a pew. Don’t enlist in armies;
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall… want him for long.
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.
Soldiers never do die well; Crosses mark the places— Wooden crosses where they fell, Stuck above their faces. Soldiers pitch and cough and twitc…
The only man I ever loved Said good bye And went away He was killed in Picardy On a sunny day.
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
Workingmen believed He busted trusts, And put his picture in their windo… 'What he’d have done in France!' They said.
He tried to spit out the truth; Dry—mouthed at first, He drooled and slobbered in the en… Truth dribbling his chin.
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…
