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John Berryman - Dream Song 39: Goodbye, sir, & fare well. You`re in the clear
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Goodbye, sir, & fare well. You`re in the clear.
`Nobody` (Mark says     you said) `is ever found out.`
I figure you were right,
having as Henry got away with murder
for long. Some jarred clock tell me it`s late,
not for you who went straight

but for the lorn. Our roof is lefted off
lately: the shooter, and the bourbon man,
and then you got tired.
I`m afraid that`s it. I figure you with love,
lifey, deathy, but I have a little sense
the rest of us are fired

or fired: be with us: we will blow our best,
our sad wil riffs come easy in that case,
thinking you over,
knowing you resting, who was reborn to rest,
your gorgeous sentence is done. Nothing`s the same,
sir,—taking cover.
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