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Take back that hateful word I won't repeat
And make a small ladder suffice.

The world is led by a length of unbleached string.

In the event you read your way across
This press pass, I'll be on the landing
Sipping something with grapefruit in it.

There will be no recriminations, but you knew that.

When joy comes, there will be no mistaking it
For something giddy and transient. That'll be good.

You have waiting rooms in your country?