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\nWhats dead is gone –
\nnot comin back –
\nnorhow devoutly wish,
\nAlas.<\/p>\n
\nWhats dead is gone –
\nnot comin back –
\nnorhow devoutly wish,
\nAlas.<\/p>\n
What lives, lives now.
\nLives on the tip of a tongue,
\non the lip of an ocean.
\nAlive, Alive O!<\/p>\n
Stumbled into a Jungle –
\na jumble of surrounds,
\nred green and brown,
\nwild bush and down town.<\/p>\n
Over the next hill may be
\na rubby tub of pleasure,
\na being to teach you bliss,
\nor a rotten tangle of sticks.
\nNeverno!<\/p>\n
Whereyarenow,
\neaten from without and within,
\nnerves muscle and skin
\nthru time wear thin.
\nOver the next hill
\nis potential.<\/p>\n
So forth you go,
\nwolves on your ass
\nand worries on your brow.
\nStill forth.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Whats dead is gone – not comin back – norhow devoutly wish, Alas. What lives, lives now. Lives on the tip of a tongue, on the lip of an ocean. Alive, Alive O! Stumbled into a Jungle – a jumble of surrounds, red green and brown, wild bush and down town. Over the next hill… <\/p>\n