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Ere the mother's milk had dried
On my lips the Brethren came-- Tore me from my nurse's side, And bestowed on me a name Infamously overtrue-- Such as "Bunny," "Stinker," "Podge";-- But, whatever I should do, Mine for ever in the Lodge. Then they taught with palm and toe-- Then I learned with yelps and tears-- All the Armoured Man should know Through his Seven Secret Years... Last, oppressing as oppressed, I was loosed to go my ways With a Totem on my breast Governing my nights and days-- Ancient and unbribeable, By the virtue of its Name-- Which, however oft I fell, Lashed me back into The Game. And the World, that never knew, Saw no more beneath my chin Than a patch of rainbow-hue, Mixed as Life and crude as Sin. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |