Supreme My Holdings
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by John Berryman
Supreme my holdings, greater yet my need,
thoughtless I go out. Dawn. Have I my cig's,
my flaskie O,
O crystal cock,-my kneel has gone to seed,-
and anybody's blessing? (Blast the MIGs
for making fumble so
my tardy readying.) Yes, utter' that.
Anybody's blessing? --Mr Bones,
you makes too much
demand. I might be 'fording you a hat:
it gonna rain. --I knew a one of groans
& greed & spite, of a crutch,
who thought he had, a vile night, been--well--blest.
He see someone run off. Why not Henry,
with his grasp of desire?
--Hear matters hard to manage at de best,
Mr Bones. Tween what we see, what be,
is blinds. Them blinds' on fire.
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