Paul Kimble
Bitter's End
At last the crimson chord cascadeTo shower dry cordials withinToo late to leap the chocolate gatePale fountains fizzing fort pink ginWhile destiny begins to flyThe farmyard chorus sings its wakeUpstanding anthem to the skyToo soon to realize their fateYou were the raven of OctoberI knew the sign you flew aroundUp in the air so high above meNever needed to look downI never though I'd be a roverI didn't even look aroundBut now I know you've found anotherSo will someone please find meGive now the host his claret cupAnd watch madeira's farewell drinkNote his reaction acid sharpShould make the cognoscenti think
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