Thursday, January 1, 2004
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The droning tram swings westward: shrill
the wire sings overhead, and chill
midwinter draughts rattle the glass
that shows the dusking way I pass
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Christopher John Brennan
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7/28/2025 6:27:38 AM # 1.0.0
and many an evening hour shall bring the dark crowd's dreary loitering to me who pass and see the tale of all my striving, bliss or bale, - - - one very troubling poem and one very troubled poet and one very troubled reader- -I think the three of us need to meet another time another place in my life