so many orders of which none matter
in this harsh place where all words come to fail
in giddy smoke and stinking horses' stale
it seems that all our urges need to shatter
because we have not found the proper scale
so many orders of which none matter
but many fools who do not cease to flatter
yet will not stoop to help us when we ail
nor build a roof to shelter from the hail
so many orders of which none matter
Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 10:58 AM UTC
so many orders of which none matter
in this harsh place where all words come to fail
in giddy smoke and stinking horses' stale
it seems that all our urges need to shatter
because we have not found the proper scale
so many orders of which none matter
but many fools who do not cease to flatter
yet will not stoop to help us when we ail
nor build a roof to shelter from the hail
so many orders of which none matter
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