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[themidnightson]

February 12, 1930

I cannot shake the little boy's face.

Or humming Dodo, l’enfant do.

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June 3, 1930

Another city, and another.



Still nothing suits.

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September, 1930

I attended her wake.

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November 27, 1930

A voice, from long-expecting thousands sent,
Shatters the air, and troubles tower and spire;
For Justice hath absolved the innocent,
And Tyranny is balked of her desire:
Up, down, the busy Thames