"Out, Out—"

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Your impression

That the world will harbor the

Audacity to sever limbs from the whole truth

Are gravely mistaken.

 

From now on, the whole truth, and nothing less!

And in times of future toil,

Remember,

You’ve got time on your hands,

The tools in your fingers,

And your life

                     On the table!

 

Mom and Pop are bleeding.

Because they weren’t careful when they

Carved in the outlines of their lives.

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