Golden Cane
E
Emmanuel George Cefai
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Went the short
Satyr with
Golden cane
Black frac
And butterfly.
Straight
To
The bridge
He went
The old
Bridge
Rusting.
Hopped
He
And
Gargled
Waters
Of
The
Night
Dews
Of
The
Heavens
He
Sank
Sank tranquil
Sank
Painless.
Sank.
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