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by Nicholas McGaughey
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He couldn’t feel his feet any more.
Marched home, and with care
made his bed on the floor,
laid his stick by the stair,
and shoes, neat by the door
they broke down. No fanfare.
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He couldn’t feel his feet any more.
Marched home, and with care
made his bed on the floor,
laid his stick by the stair,
and shoes, neat by the door
they broke down. No fanfare.
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