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He's gone!
The worm has turned and fled
Back to his lonely lair
At the sight of a friendly hand.
Not for him the warmth and embrace of
A kindred spirit.
He shuns contact with anyone who dares
Ask for his empathy.
Such weakness is not for a soldier poet like him
As he toils away on yet another masterpiece.
Checking his e-mails and finding an empty folder
He sighs;
Nothing will ever be the same again. |
