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August 26, 2004
TT: Almanac
What, still alive at twenty-two,A clean, upstanding chap like you?
Sure, if your throat 'tis hard to slit,
Slit your girl's, and swing for it.
Like enough, you won't be glad,
When they come to hang you, lad:
But bacon's not the only thing
That's cured by hanging from a string.
So, when the spilt ink of the night
Spreads o'er the blotting-pad of light,
Lads whose job is still to do
Shall whet their knives, and think of you.
Hugh Kingsmill ("after A.E. Housman"), The Table of Truth
Posted August 26, 2004 12:00 PM
