“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
Friday, September 27, 2024
Counterfeit Lives
A Counterfeit -- a Plated Person --
I would not be -- Whatever strata of Iniquity
My Nature underlie --
Truth is good Health -- and Safety, and the Sky. How meagre, what an Exile -- is a Lie,
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