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I’d Still

Had I known when flags were flown

that the battle’d be uphill.

Armed for kicks

with stones and sticks,

I’d still.


Had I thought that songs of naught

would headline every bill,

and in my throat

a single note,

I’d still.


I’d still buy in again

with my empty till.

For what I’d earn on the return,

I’d still.


Had I guessed that at its best

time would march until

it came into

and from our view,

I’d still.


Had I spied how we would cry,

and the hole that it would fill,

laying fault

and earthly salt,

I’d still.

© Audsongs 2014

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