The Day Today
It took a wipe of the nose
to block your face
Like a hammer it blew
My skin to awake
The tie in the ground and
The work up above
You don’t know the way
But you do understand
The right of the worn
And the stop if the go
in the real and the ray
Of the board in the som
And that is the way
For the sun to begin
To make with the right
And the left of the some
and the work of the mill
is not here in the gris
Of wem and raoul and the ru com like swearing
In the right of the wore in the rule
Of the then and ru as it stands
In the right of the run
in the root of the idea
Of it all and so it goes to the end of all time
And it is so to speak the end of all time
against the root of time
and works for all evil
The time of the Somme
Is here again
As we shed 96 tears
For the all, the unwed
The mur in the tablet
And the rule self unsted
The light of the Tyne
is not yet unwear
We rollick in time
For the faces so Dear
lost to the trench
Though the blow is ungo
I wonder if each
could tell where to go
In the light of the peril
We hold the line tort
And jostle for life
With smoked bathing glow
Asunder the foot they
Do not unsew
The light of the time
is not here where we so
our ravaged hands of shovel
And spade
Do open our glory
To manjack’s parade
if fiefdom and wealth to
Whom we create, the novel
Extinction of what we do
Say.
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