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Titanic ark

It’s poetry-thursday! Enjoy this short piece reblogged from Marcel’s pub as the weekend winds.

Friendship is a fickle thing;It pickles in selfishness, greed and myopia:A feeble being you are, oh friendship,Mighty to the pulling down of the trust-of-Jericho.You built a Titanic ark, the ark of friendship, for usAnd reserved some suites in the belly of the fish, for yourselfBut you didn’t know of the imminent heartbreaking flood.

Titanic ark


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