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JOHNSON

Straining, mottled sinews
Adorned his antique body.
He quoted Shakespeare
And knew some history,
But time and fate
Decided his end.
Toting, loading, fetching.
Johnson was his name,
Nothing else.

Published December 2006

 
 


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