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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NIGHT HOWL: 4, by JOHN STEWART WHEATCROFT
First Line: Through the passageway outside %they've slung a life line
Last Line: Maybe because your flesh weighs leaden %you feel you've lost all spirit
First Line: Through the passageway outside %they've slung a life line
Last Line: Maybe because your flesh weighs leaden %you feel you've lost all spirit
Other Poems of Interest...
IN A RAILROAD STATION by SARA TEASDALE
ON A FAIR BEGGAR by PHILIP AYRES
ON THE DEATH OF MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON'S BULLFINCH by WILLIAM COWPER
GROWING OLD by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE
BY WAY OF EXPLANATION by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN
AN OCEAN GREYHOUND by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE