In biting bitterness, in splitting
Spleen. Swinging like a shuttlecock,
Back and forth, upon a furry hammock:
Visited by horror dreams, scaring
Vision. Insomnia is torture!
And the rooster hath a line drawn
Against the dallying, dragging dawn.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC
In biting bitterness, in splitting
Spleen. Swinging like a shuttlecock,
Back and forth, upon a furry hammock:
Visited by horror dreams, scaring
Vision. Insomnia is torture!
And the rooster hath a line drawn
Against the dallying, dragging dawn.
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