Farthings and other loose change


 How splendid we’ve become and what a race it was, although I think that we will find, when the day is done ,that we never even ran, we walked.
We talked the race, got off our face on whiskey and on opium, ho hum,
we burnt the sun out long before the light had faded, shaded eyes and hooded face,
no, we never ran, we walked the race.

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