My skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once ...A Poem by Jeremy BakerAlas, poor life! I lived once, Horatio, a life of infinite potential, of most excellent
affection: it has borne me to a thousand places and back; and now, how wasted in my recollection it is! My mind pukes at it. Here hang these lips that were kissed so oft - where be my wit now? my puns? my flashes of
existence that were to set the world in an uproar? Not one
now to deprecate my own self? quite use-fallen? Now get me to my death’s own chamber, and tell
her, let me be buried many inches thick, to this fool’s
errand I have come; and you may all laugh at that … PS: My apologies, Bill, but hell - you had it
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15 Reviews Added on June 11, 2011 Last Updated on June 13, 2011 AuthorJeremy BakerBusselton, South West, AustraliaAboutI'm a former English & Literature teacher who has always enjoyed the magic, power and simple romance of words well written. My favourite writers include Pablo Neruda, Liam O'Flaherty, Anthony Eaton.. more.. |

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