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But of Old Age I cannot be acquitted. This Capital Offence, forced on by time, is never pardoned. It's not even pitied. The nurses' faces show us no emotion. Six of us here can sip our tea and knit and wonder who is next for execution. |
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* With acknowledgments to Manifold Poetry Magazine | |
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