L'Envoi
My job is done; my rhymes are ranked and ready,My word-battalions marching verse by verse;
Here stanza-companies are none too steady;
There print-platoons are weak, but might be worse.
And as in marshalled order I review them,
My type-brigades, unfearful of the fray,
My eyes that seek their faults are seeing through them
Immortal visions of an epic day.
Robert W. Service
posted by Michael | 8:36 PM

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