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Terror In War — Ornament In Peace — A Poem; A Frail Decry

Twice Made Unto The Tail Of The Years

**Goya—Los Caprichos — №50 — Los Chinchillas**

Forget us, you shall Turn your strident back, you will Reap the rewards thereon — naturlich!

Your eyes forge homecoming ambulances to

Guard the eyes, from what mustn’t be;

Such terror, such guile! — Such is the tab of the old miser!

Pity for such pitfalls —

Prime would have it, for you to

Bequeath the light of your lives,

Till the clapping ass has

Encaged that thoughtless face

In an iron mask;

Terror in War — Ornament in Piece;

Antediluvian, los chinchillas! — que!

Forget us, you shall Turn your strident back, you will Reap the rewards, thereof course, beauty naturlich!

For those in that bathing liberty, haven’t felt

The disappointing shock, when it all falls through!

My — you shalt haggle on that, for eons thereon!

But a swing will maketh it all the less…

In the twice forefront walking upon the tails

Of asses and years, strident and seemingly true?

In the cooing stellar rue, of the warring ados,

Till kingdom is roosted over the spiff

And the hounds all beheaded erupted to hell.

Terror in War — Ornament in Piece;

Antediluvian, los chinchillas! — que!

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**Frances Farmer in Photoplay, Jan. 1937**

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