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N'aphthiton
When I look at you
When you’re withered and prone,
With a face that cracks,
Like old British stone,
I spit at Shelley
And his Mighty Works;
For time cannot erase these lines,
And time cannot conquer verse
When you’re withered and prone,
With a face that cracks,
Like old British stone,
I spit at Shelley
And his Mighty Works;
For time cannot erase these lines,
And time cannot conquer verse
Published 8th Dec 2016
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