Apple cider blues.


      You were no Robin Hood,
      what of it was good?
      when Rome gave up on democracy,
      "et tu, Brute" set Caesar free.

      Hamba kahle, the polecat is dead;
      love begins in a garden wed,
      ten thousand Zulus chant in time,
      un buttoning my tunic and sharing some wine.
      Margaret Bourke-White bathes in the wolf's lair.

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