Cold Comfort Poem by Antony Glaser

Cold Comfort

Who give me cold comfort
when the Moon rides the pale
I see the mice pass the silho
and then I praise Schubert
who has the courage to change his tune

There's a man on a bicycle
he has no choice
but to ride the upturned mile
in search of his brother

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