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The Fascination of what's Difficult
| The fascination of what’s difficult | | Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent | | Spontaneous joy and natural
content | | Out of my heart. There’s something ails our colt | | That must, as if it had not holy blood | | Nor on
Olympus leaped from cloud to cloud, | | Shiver under the lash, strain, sweat and jolt | | As though it dragged
road metal. My curse on plays | | That have to be set up in fifty ways, | | On the day’s war with every knave
and dolt, | | Theatre business, management of men. | | I swear before the dawn comes round again | | I’ll find
the stable and pull out the bolt. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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