Off the Isle of Hendiadys
By Ewan
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Sick and tired, cold and wet,
poor and hungry, feared and other,
lost and beaten, old and weak,
young and helpless, wife and mother.
Slave and migrant, mazed and lost,
loathed and unwanted, shy and befuddled,
thief and doctor, sinner and saint,
lone and abandoned, massed and huddled.
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I sense frustration. Nicely
I sense frustration. Nicely put, Ewan.
Parson Thru
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I owe you an apology, Ewan.
I owe you an apology, Ewan. And Claudine a debt. That went right over my head. Lowbrow, obviously. It's always nice to learn.
Parson Thru
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Had to google. Very nicely
Had to google. Very nicely done!
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This is such a clever idea -
This is such a clever idea - simple, but makes a big impact. It's our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day.
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I'd never heard of this
I'd never heard of this before, and this poem is beautifully done. The rhythm is perfect for the subject matter. The collective banging of all our heads against the walls.
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