My Triumph lasted till the Drums
Had left the Dead alone
And then I dropped my Victory
And chastened stole along
To where the finished Faces
Conclusion turned on me
And then I hated Glory
And wished myself were They.

What is to be is best descried
When it has also been—
Could Prospect taste of Retrospect
The tyrannies of Men
Were Tenderer—diviner
The Transitive toward.
A Bayonet’s contrition
Is nothing to the Dead.

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My omelettes don't turn out neatly – but they are good to eat 😀

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The hereios of the We're Here! group have paid a visit to the
Perfect Purple group today at the suggestion of amy's antics

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These stairs lead up to the London – Brighton railway line; they are not accessible to the public.

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Thames Water is doing work at the house of one of my neighbours.

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