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Apr 20, 2010
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The Good Man at His End
The Good Man at His End
“Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” Dylan Thomas
The good man’s deeds are frail, do not avail
For etiquette is written on his sleeve
The good man on a search to find his tail
He sets the scene so that he will not fail
Chasing himself around the tree of Eve
The good man’s deeds are frail, do not avail
His kerchief to his nose, his forehead pale
Perfected manners not for the naive
The good man on a search to find his tail
Formalities are just a bar-less jail
And life alas another loss to grieve
The good man’s deeds are frail, do not avail
He dreams at night to pierce convention’s veil
The apparition makes him want to heave
The good man on a search to find his tail
So, Dylan, you could send it through the mail
To gently go he first would have to leave,
The good man’s deeds are frail, do not avail
The good man on a search to find his tail
— Clem, Apr 20, 2010
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