There are no favorites.
There is no victory,
only gladness that I have no
child
to sacrifice
to the masses,
calling themselves this or
that,
the masses,
of which
I am one,
tumbling
without
control to
eternity,
with only this,
merely a comma in the dialogue,
a simple request,
let’s have a spot of tea with our war.
King George always likes a spot
of
tea.
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