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Marc R. Sherland
Glasgow, Scotland

No dusky woman fills my passionís sights,
And youth though attractive, beyond my reach,
So caught in age and hope, I turn to preach,
To thus cram my daze and sue my failed knights.
I doubt this talentís grip. So what is new?
And pontificate on states and dodge crowns,
I think all property come tumble downs,
So gongs of publication I pursue.
One day in summer I will no doubt win
The battle of great wit against all sin
Though that is cloth grown worn and threadbare thin,
And debt and debtors swarm round, crowding in.
Now at the apex of this opus teach,
I find the wisdom, ash, its colours leach.

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