.(Mcnabb)
Vagrant suspicious and quite out of breath
Stumbles into a town where the people wear frowns,
Picks up a paper, the pages are blank,
They say "No news today, no more writers around",
What price hope over adversity,
Cause to applaud this perversity,
I'm still.
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