Give me Sketches and Poemsfilled with Life
The sunlight all whisky-gold
by mid afternoon.
Life
a Silent Revolution spent
on what one believes in.
Shaking heads,
what could you expect*
the Official guarantee
that nobody knows
what is going on.
. . . . . . . .
The OED word of the day is for the erasure poem is 'whisky|whiskey.'
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