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GS (19/1/90 / birmingham (England))


Serpents with their self preserved interests
And their forked, lying tongues;
Or fat rats scurrying in shadows
And feasting on rotting things;
Even humans who run and hide in shame
Like cowards scared of their own shadows
Are not quite as feckless as you.

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I will use this poem and quote it at someone who is feckless; 0)