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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3771 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention In Memory of Mr. J A Prufrock Peter Lucas The voice that we lend to the choir Is our voice alone But he was an advocate of nothing And had nothing to defend Intellect without a cause Passion without companionship These are the curses of the mediocrity Who having examined at his leisure, Found all schools of thought to be empty vessels. And himself sinking into the fireless futility Of rain shower reverie. And it was not worth it, To have rolled together her questions, Having already littered the conversation With soft and intimate suggestions, Expounded on ideas within ideas And with an oratory tried to hold off her tears. If she, in killing a cigarette and one of the many little affections of the world Comprehended every word Affected sympathy Loved nothing |
