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Kenneth Slessor - To a Friend
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ADAM, because on the mind`s roads 
 Your mouth is always in a hurry, 
 Because you know  odes 
 And  ways to make a curry, 
 Because you fall in love with words 
 And whistle beauty forth to kiss them, 
 And blow the tails from China birds 
 Whilst I continually miss them, 
 Because you top my angry best 
 At billiards, fugues or pulling corks out, 
 And whisk a fritter from its nest 
 Before there`s time to hand the forks out, 
 Because you saw the Romans wink, 
 Because your senses dance to metre, 
 Because, no matter what I drink, 
 You`ll hold at least another litre, 
 Because you`ve got a gipsy`s eye 
 That melts the rage of catamountains, 
 And metaphors that pass me by 
 Burst from your lips in lovely fountains, 
 Because you`ve bitten the harsh foods 
 Of life, grabbed every dish that passes, 
 And walked amongst the multitudes 
 Without the curse of looking-glasses, 
 Because I burn the selfsame flame 
 No falls of dirty earth may smother, 
 Oh, in your Abbey of Thélème, 
 Enlist me as a serving-brother!
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