POETRY IN (SLOW) MOTION
All the world's a pitch,
And all the men and boys merely players:
They have their testimonials and their debuts;
And one man in his time plays many positions...
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by The Bard of Bethnal Green
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A young Pup
Refuses to take your hand
He sneers at your trophies
And the night sings, not for you
You can't remember why you came here
The End
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