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Marching song

Another pom
I lived in the streets
That is where my life was
Marching with the Mass, the Mob, the Throng
Marching with them
I became them
I lived the Mass
I lived the Mob
I lived the Throng
But the throng fell away
Time and disappointment defeated us
And so for a time I went home
And stopped living

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Dear March Hare 24.Feb.2005 16:11

"I'm not the only one"

sweet sorrow . . .