Sing of disappointments more repeated than the batter of the sea, of lives embittered by resentments so ubiquitous the oceans salt seems thinly shaken, of letdowns local as the sofa where I copped my freshmans feel, of failures as frequent as first love, first nights, last stands; do not warble of arms or adventurous deeds or shepherds playing on their private fifes, or of civil war or monarchies at swords; consider rather the slightly squinkered clerk, the soul which has become as shabby and soiled in its seat as worn-out underwear, a life lit like a lonely room and run like a laddered stocking.

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