Civ Clegg

How do you feel in the end, old man?
As you shiver through our winter years?
Do you remember at all who I am?
Is the waiting as dull and bleak as I feared?
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Twas you yourself Great Caesar, made the claim,
To be as fix’d as that Northern star,
About which all others, for’er remain,
In diligent, unchanging, honored ark,
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Twas you yourself Great Caesar, made the claim,
To be as fix’d as that Northern star,
About which all others, for’er remain,
In diligent, unchanging, honored ark.
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If it has been uttered before
Then it is - at the very least - poor practice to utter again
If your descriptions are not progressively more and more obscure
Then you will be considered an unworthy user of our varied and ever expanding English verse
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There is no give in her tungsten carbide tipped tongue,
Nor the mechanical breeding routine. Obscurers mask,
brittle silk, from which she is spun. O! Much like, much less,
the skin of those sturdy beasts. Authentic people grown,
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Some people they don’t half surprise you,
Conservative one minute,
Then a lizard the next,
Their lizard tongue tickling your ear and making it’s way down your neck.
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“Would you like the forearm or the bicep? ”
He asked politely,
[Although I suppose he wouldn’t talk that way.
However for arguments sake
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There’s an invisible nuisance making the rounds,
You can hear it the awful retching sounds,
Smell it on the lips made a blue grey quake,
Feel it in the dry, rough wheeze it makes,
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