Lawrence Hall
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Spring Thunderstorm II
“I am well rebuked.” – St. Thomas More in A Man for all Seasons
An underpass is no good in a storm
You cuddle up with a half-pint of plonk
Hiding it from those who are meaner than you
But they will probably find it anyway
The young have hopes that someday this will end
Humiliation, degradation, fear
The old have only memories of hope
And die in dreams of happiness long ago
Since if you wrap yourself in an underpass
You still have nothing but cold rain and death
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