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Then, they were old Tale long told. Worn retreads Brown trailing shreds. Fighting, on the long way down: In world wars The bosses The means test Publicans and sinners The polis Other alkies Personal demons The winter freeze. Hunched, they stood, "Sperr chinge, please." Frayed bonnet gripping Proffered for pity Rheumy eyes dripping, Gumsy mouth champed Chanting some ditty. Mouth organ vamped Tootling a tune The warm bottle brought peace in a cowp Under the moon. Now, they are young The teachers |
Mary McCabe 