I'm doubled up with laughter in the bank,
and everyone is giving me the eye,
some frosty, some agog; some think: "Cuckoo!"
Maybe some wonder if I'm going to cry.
I'm sure that fifty cost you deep in blood:
it's certainly much better than a kick.
Maybe next month you pay in licorice,
or sherbet fountains to pour out and lick.
I wish you were still with me now to kiss.
Long-dumped I am; you're grimly burdened down.
We're both in penury and suffering.
But do not think I want you thus to miss.
Keep up re-payments, though I had to clown.
For dwindling savings are thin buffering.
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Bare Shouldered
Poetry"The difference of high Sensations with and without knowledge appears to me this - in the latter case we are falling continually ten thousand fathoms deep and being blown up again without wings and with all [the] horror of a bare shouldered Creature...
