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It's hard for some men to finish their sentances

Sometimes a man can't say

What he . . . A wind comes

And his doors don't rattle. Rain

Comes and his hair is dry.

 

There's a lot to keep inside

And a lot to . . . Sometimes shame

Means we. . . Children are cruel,

He's six and his hands. . .

 

Even Hamlet kept passing

The king praying

And the king said,

"There was something. . . ."

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Robert Bly
1926 - / American
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